Thanks for stopping Carl, come again soon

I'd just got tossed out by Dorothy Day
when I got the email for Camp Class Struggle
I assumed a bunch of Commies in the woods had to be a party
and I was in search of a new scene
and maybe searching for the nostagia
of accordians and bonfires,
Northern Wisconsin and red propaganda

We left on a perfect sunny afternoon
That was the first of many times Carl offered me granola
and the first time I met Ira,
with the first of many too blunt questions
and the first time anyone asked me if I knew where we were
and they all chanted "I know! "I know!"
...oh hey, we're in Ino

The little lake on the old red Finn farm
was filled with hundreds of geese
and it figured in such an idyllic spot

we quickly set up our tents
we all wore black and red
mostly by accident
and the soccor began

I ran and I guarded like I gave a damn
-see I used to play but I always just
stared at the clouds and pulled up dandelions
and suddenly no one could hear
the geese were conferencing loudly
and 10 minutes later the lake was empty
They went on with their journey
and in that moment I was in love with the fall

I taught Ira to roll cigarettes
Heather branded me with a fine head on astick
-one more point in my head towards performance art
we played truth or dare
and Carl mocked us all
and he called me an escapist
(I prefer the term anarchist)
and now here he is the one who's in flight
on to Madison to continue the action
and his reputation as a ladies man

I am so glad I went
drinking beer from an ancient fridge
searching out more ancient stories in the September sky
and belting the Femmes and George Gershwin
Robert said I sounded like Janis Joplin
and hoped I wasn't offended
oh to be compared to the soundtrack
of my most contented fantasies
He may have been the only one who
actually slept outside that night
but we all woke up
and ate granola in the morning anyway