Listen I really wish I had the shitty guitar skills to turn this one into a weird early Bob Dylan type folk song. It’s getting harder to write these consistently between the other writing I’m doing on other projects, but I’m still going to try to stay with it. This poem is mainly about getting lost, both alone and together. Whether that’s physical, metaphysical, in oneself, or in someone else is for you to decide.
My music recommendation for today is Song for Mark and Joel
Here be Dragons
I consult strange maps
try to gauge my situation.
I read weird charts
to fix my dislocation.
I calculate flightpaths of birds
but trouble has found me,
and I hang on her every word.
And trouble will find you
yes, trouble will find you
and she’ll hand you her maps
and cartography tools,
put you on a path
with nothing to lose
and then
Then you’ll find me,
And you will mean
trouble.
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