The Dramatic Vagabond–A Poem


I’m still traveling, and I don’t have much of a wifi connection, so I’m going to post this really quick for you guys.  🙂

(This poem was written in reflection of the four days I spent in a car, but really it could be a metaphor for anything. haha)


The Dramatic Vagabond

The air is different in this
place—dryer than it’s been before.
I can feel it in my nose—I can feel the
blood that threatens to
d r i p
and stain the wrinkled clothes
that I’ve been wearing for the past
four days. My head pounds
from the air pressure
change—the mountains are
to blame. I can’t remember the
last time I’ve sat down to a table
for a meal I didn’t peel from
paper or plastic or both.
I can’t remember what it feels like to
s t  r   e    t     c      h
my limbs outside of the metal box
I write my poetry in.

I take a sip of hot water I pull
from melted ice, and watch the
condensation fall from the
plastic bottle onto the page I’m
trying to write on.

The ink smears.


Hope you liked it!  Have a nice day, whoever you are! 😀

One thought on “The Dramatic Vagabond–A Poem

  1. I can feel the heat of the car and the aridness surrounding you.
    Is there something that momentarily alleviated the dryness and stuffiness and transitory feelings associated with fast food. Where is the beauty hidden in the landscape? I admire the way you continue to write despite it all.

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