cowboys

id be riding horses everywhere,
if i was allowed.

ive been so interested in the lifestyle of cowboys lately.
is that weird?
i mean, most boys go through that phase,
its just that its usually at the age of 7, not 27.

i wish i could ride the rails,
slowly chug through the mountains and the plains,
now i only get to ride the F train to and from brooklyn.

what happened to those times,
living, real living.
facing your life everyday,
not just sitting and watching it slowly become a blur

ive been reading cormac mccarthy a lot lately.
and he is slowly unseating charles dickens as my favorite author.
his stories are all southern gothic,
and honest.

today we went to a flea market.
i spent my time looking at old things,
civil war pictures,
buttons and stamps,
instruments, and books.

everything seemed to be saying,
"ha, see what you missed out on"

i think ill buy a horse one day,
and disappear for a while,
the stars,
the smell of a campfire,
and a song or two.

want to come?

nate