jdubqca

godspeed to anarchy

they sat around the fire pit
on a saturday
downing amber ale
and getting high on sticky weed

midsummer stories ensued
as evening turned into night
and off in the distance
a freight train chugged along the river
slightly shaking the ground
and slowly picking up speed
past the corn sweetener plant

bottles were raised
and toasts were made
to hobos and train hopping
followed by wild ass guesses
as to the whereabouts
of their long lost buddy
who so many years ago
chose the obscure lifestyle
of a punk rock anarchist

july two thousand thirteen
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