Once in New Orleans, I was slipping out the back window
The wood barrel caught me
A little dusty
The masthead printed
I didn't check for my name on the list though
A couple steps from Café L'Étincelle
They know me by the wrong name
I never bothered giving them the fix though
The fixed game in conversation with my heroes
I'll FaceTime my day ones
Just to cycle through some old photos
Where I'm going next not a priority
The only thing on my mind is getting this splinter out of my barefoot
My basement in the same setup it was the last time though
Paint chips in the back corner
Like they skimped on the air in the bag
I let it all out slow
I've never been to New Orleans
Always asking what I'm going on about
The tree in the same spot its been since the last time growing
The font in all caps
A guest editor would probably call it out
I slow the pace down to a crawl
So I can consumed in it
Spending so much time wondering what more can I consume in this
Spinning compass it's a placeholder
My philosophy is that back fence
Gonna get knocked down in the next storm so you might as well go over
Once in the west of France, I was slipping out some guy's van door
Slept on the mattress in place of his backseat
Didn't note much else going on or what I came for
Stopped in the public park for a sheesha break
So he could take a nap
Then we went forward
Thinking back how I only note we were going a bit over
And he was moving across country lines
Then shipping all of his stuff over
We never bothered following up
He might be curious about what branches fell
Acoustic panels, my dizzy spells
The longest day of that year
Was still just another way for ice to melt
Last year a silo, and still the ice melting
Preoccupied with not touching the ground
My feet hanging over the opening
A little too hungover to get back on the boat
But someone else bought the ticket for me
So I'm going
I'm gonna overlook the water
The location, a placeholder
My philosophy is that back fence
Gonna get knocked down in the next storm so you might as well go over
My philosophy is that back fence
Gonna get knocked down in the next storm so you might as well go over
