From Tamas Frank

HoBo (Homeward bound) in Rogers Park

We might be living in a perpetual dawn

Have we not changed in so long

Another dawn of an age with many names

When will we learn to not be so lame

Not to be so lame not to be so lame

I ran into an old friend

Who has taken on some new shapes

I asked him where he’s going

He responded as a noun as a noun

As a noun as a noun

We juggled adjectives

And we did some verbs like a clown

Would

I tuned into a frequency

Or rather turned into a frequency

Resonating colors that you could see

And painted the town painted the town painted the town

As we spiral two a galaxy filled with new and old debris

My friend reminded me

You can still climb a tree

In the calamity

I am young enough to hop a train hop a train