This poem was originally published on 29 April 2016.
I stepped out of the world – Just for a while. I needed some space, To see how the land lies. So I jumped ship, But I did not go overboard. Mitchell was right, You feel like swearing at the Lords. I stepped out of the world – Just for a while. Broke bread with the Dustmen, Sometime when it was light. Holden, you had a phrase, That makes a man out of a kid. It kills me. Goddammit, it did. I stepped out of the world – Really, just for a while, And when I touched down, You did more wrong than right. It seems when I jumped ship, It was you who went overboard, “Trampling on the vintage, Where the grapes of wrath are stored.”