O, Columbia!

writing poetry for booze money


-GOT:
shotgun
rifle
four wheel drive

-CAN:
skin a buck
run a trotline

just a poem i wrote the other day

O, shine, you scattered stars of texas
sighing lonesome and crowded sky
tucked neatly thru the razor-cut horizon,
maybe jim can see his breath, there,
caught on the winds of the prairie
quick from his throat
with the night
an’ carried back to tulsa.

O, and OH, and he loves you!
and jim breathes the stars of texas,
and the great tornado moaned,
and the cigarette smoke
yearns for oklahoma.

and jim loves texas
like the diesel cyclone loves the cut thru
the mountains.

the desert thru the night’s
scratched and dusty lens,
and cactus plagues
and footprints
of some distant howling life,
the crust of the earth
and it’s brittle and sunken skeleton piles,
a collection
of hungry death and dust and dirt.

and jim sighs,
and kathleen moans in oklahoma,
and the distance
is the endless chasm of night.

faerieincombatboots:



lookatthisfuckingoogle:



arthel lane ‘doc’ cockson once ate a whole chicken while riding the local turn from burlington to rutland. for more adventures of doc cockson, consult your local bridge and/or under it.



Burlington and Rutland, Vermont?



yessir, on the Vermont Railway (VTR), he rode.

faerieincombatboots:

lookatthisfuckingoogle:

arthel lane ‘doc’ cockson once ate a whole chicken while riding the local turn from burlington to rutland. for more adventures of doc cockson, consult your local bridge and/or under it.

Burlington and Rutland, Vermont?

yessir, on the Vermont Railway (VTR), he rode.

(via faerieinspoopycombatboots)

Anonymous asked: tell me about your life, you seem fascinating. i long for your life, to travel, be carefree and journey many lands with your best friends. sigh

i don’t have time to tell you things about my life right now, i’m about to go  driving to collect gasoline at various gas stations. sorry. what is already here is taken directly from the world around me, i suppose. i’ll say it’s really great when you have your friends and sometimes when you are alone. but like most ways to live, there are always long stretches of nothing or bad things happening. you have to find humor in the things that are dangerous or disturbing. like a naked bum vomiting into a sewer. 

lots of people notice and appreciate beautiful things without having the mindset and ambition to chase them. oh, yeah, and mountains. all the mountains.

O! SWEET AMBER WAVES OF GRAIN.

getting
      high

         on inhalents

is a
     full-time

job,

like coal mining
                            or loving someone. 

beaupatrick - fuck yeah, buddy, you know yer a railfan when you set up shots like this. [on a side-note, does anybody else have the dalles stuck in their mind because of riding thru it and the name just being that weird? i’ve only been thru there twice and never gotten off the train, but every time i hear the name the same feeling pops into my heart as when people talk about tehachapi or philly or whitefish, montana, and all the other places i know and love. it’s strange.]

beaupatrick - fuck yeah, buddy, you know yer a railfan when you set up shots like this. [on a side-note, does anybody else have the dalles stuck in their mind because of riding thru it and the name just being that weird? i’ve only been thru there twice and never gotten off the train, but every time i hear the name the same feeling pops into my heart as when people talk about tehachapi or philly or whitefish, montana, and all the other places i know and love. it’s strange.]

(Source: beaupatrick)

tell me you wanna see something beautiful.

NOTICE:

all the images contained within the following photo-sets of today, the fourth of september, have definitely not been taken with an iphone. they are free to be distributed at will by any person, living or dead. the photographer would prefer that credit not be taken by any person, living or dead, who knowingly or unknowingly did not capture the here-mentioned images. the photographer would also appreciate not being considered or referred to as a photographer, or likewise accused of any act considered or referred to as photography. any person, living or dead, found making any amount of currency from the distribution of here-mentioned images, may be subject to violent death by eventual suicide, providing he/she/them/it be of intelligent mind enough to understand the despicable nature of such an act.

mama got sickdaddy got down,the county got the farmand we moved to town. 

mama got sick
daddy got down,
the county got the farm
and we moved to town. 

hat creek typewriter company~buy-sell-fix~ 

hat creek typewriter company

~buy-sell-fix~ 

'sposed.

just so very photogenic

cat at whitney house - hartford, ct

cat at whitney house - hartford, ct

first rant, last rant.

people who tramp/hobo with iphones are kinda ridiculous. leave it at home because you obviously have one. i don’t condemn iphones any more than i condemn any technology. it’s good in small doses. i don’t condemn homes. i love homes. i have several places i can go that i consider home. but the point of being on the bum is to live outside of societal bullshit and experience the true freedom that results from the combination of good open countryside, cigarettes and freight trains. a jetboil stove is probably the best example of how far technology should reach into the world of true wild freedom.