The wage theft of life

What no pay?

Who owns my star dust tears?

My cosmic sap covered hands

Climbing pine trees in New Hampshire 

Is hard work

Riding a homemade line 

Or riding on the outside running boards

Of a 1964 VW Bug

There was no money playing

In a refrigerator's delivery cardboard box

We walked the "Ho Chi Minh" trail

Through the back forest

To the railroad tracks

And followed them to the ice cream dairy shop

Once I found an empty circle in the middle of the forest

With no trees

Called an Elf's Circle

Found an old felt hat nearby

Took it home and put it in my closet 

But it disappeared!

Oh no you don't that's not yours!

The payment in the stars

With sap and dirt and old washing machines.