Age.
Free roaming.
Free foaming at the nose.
Mouth with a miss of courage.
Study hard to keep my position of being the coolest hobo.
I’ll collect your junk/my canvases on Fridays.
Saturdays.
Sundays.
Mondays.
Tuesdays.
And Wednesdays.
Too busy to care.
Too busy to be busy.
Busy feet lead me to some road outside a busy city.
Leading to purity.
Petrified.
Floating over a prairie somewhere in Idaho.
It’s my own private one.
Once in awhile I.
Remember.
Something someone said sometime ago.
I remember it but I don’t.
Not really.
I’ll be back.
Out getting ribs.
I’m back.
My ears hurt.
My ears hurt.
Please stop.
Discrete.
Please keep it this way.


Garrett Johnson.