derive of environs

in solidarity a letter on the wind to a friend lost and not found we search for the streams and rivers that hide behind forest glens and bat caves with violin songs for moms. i was never one of you in the sense that i never said the right things and did not know the lyrics to the song. conforming to the outsider is not the way one shifts gears into a different reality only to have to prove that you are more punk than me. paper cuts from prison tv phone calls and school photos stalk a ringtail into the night. tarot acts as the compass rose for who’s to blame. they refused to fix it due to a bad gear case. going nowhere boy, except where you’re going.