Give me shelter

you’ve got a long way to walk home

give me shelter from the storm

babas is smoking a pipe on the porch

sweet tobacco smoke come sweep

me off my feet

like sweet cherry pie apple cider ice cream

on this morbidly hot day

hot — it’s so hot too hot for Poulsbo

just cool enough to sit

legs straight out like sticks

on the grass n breathe sweet grass smells

n sweet tobacco smells

I told my friend babas he’s an expert people watcher

him and his pipe

but now he just watches the grass dry out

and I’m so close but so far from home

I’m sitting those legs stuck straight out

but at the same time I’m walkin

tryin to scale the fence to get back from

the neighbor’s but somehow

it’s been growin

because I can’t get home anymore

even when I’m home the tobacco smell

can’t scale the fence

tobacco so sweet it’s sickly smoke

makin storm clouds so big n dry

I can’t get over the fence without

climbing through them

and so I ask you to give me shelter

and you say

no