****** tired and sleeping in a sod tent

something told me to get up-

the bus stopped and i left it feeling lost-

i knew what town i was in-

had for several years-

ten o'clock was coming on-

same with fatigue-

i had some ****

so i went in search for a place to smoke out for the rest of the night-

even just to lay my body out would be alright-

the garden center was full of soil and sod-

plastic chairs stung all along the wall-

i crept into the sod tent-

i could not afford any rent-

i smoked a joint that night-

i really just wanted soft sleep-

the first of the three nights i slept in the sod tent-

never really got it all figured out-

until my last night-

by that time i had a nice palace-

i was king in my sod tent-

which i squatted in-

different i suppose from breaking in-

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