Wandering Hobo
by Mindie Kniss
by Simon Rubin
I am iam iam
Alive under the great sky
My heart is calm as a cumulus cloud
Crossing cerulean blue
My legs are like
Two tumbleweeds
In a cartoon
My mind is clear
And free of concern
I am not fretting about you anymore
Each passing moment
My being smiles bigger
I pull the trigger on violence
I slice up unnecessary thoughts
Like jack the ripper
I am the skipper of
My destination
Through all creation
If you find my body
Bury it or use cremation
Doesn’t matter to me
My soul is in rotation
Maybe I am Buddha
Maybe a barracuda
maybe I am Muhammad
Maybe I am Moses
Maybe I am two Eskimos
Rubbing noses
Maybe I am Jesus
Christ I don’t know
Might as well blow
This town
End up on Saturn’s freeway
Driving On it’s rings
Shooting stars to Pluto
Dipping cookies in the milky way
On my way to my own nebula
Across a sea of tranquility
Gathering no stardust or moss
Just going going gone
Only a song left
Simon Rubin believes that English majors are people who haven’t yet made up their minds what they want to do with their lives. Simon has the gift/curse of self reflection and currently reflects in Eugene, Oregon.
