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-