its funny how one finds comfort
in such the strangest of things
in alleys and dumpsters
in the roar of the highways
in the shrill whistle of trains
in high crime and gangs
in needing to lock up your stuff
in the cry of ambulences, police
in smog
in pollution
in city streets that go on forever
in leatherowrking
in forbidden modern transportation
in finding your wallet outside your tent
exactly how you left it
sounds of the highway and drums
soothing you to sleep
in sleeping in ice cold tents at night
only to wake up to a sweltering heat
in having to drive anywhere
in having to walk everywhere
its funny the places we call home
The City
The Pennsic
Total opposites
yet exactly the same
in the City of Pennsic
in my mind