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t . a . r
i'm like pancho right now . my mind
is like a breath of kerosene . now i'm
growing old . i'm living on a rope it
seems . but that's the way of dreams .
all the purveyors say you can only
go so far before they lay you low . so
the story goes on about how i fell .
but it's not true . so the story ends
before it's told . they could have had
me any day . but they let go of me out of kindness i suppose . living on
the road without end . i began to cry
and sank into my dreams . but that's
the way it goes .
c . e . j
life is a tightrope walk they say . but
they say a lot of things . don quixote
had his windmills . i have my way out . my wings . i travel throughout
their towns and cities . their blood
and mud clings to me in layers that
dry to become dust . none of that is
Important on the endless highway
i drank myself lucid dreaming of how your face looked in the moon
tears are collecting in my bottle so
it won't run dry too soon . but that's
the way it goes .
thomas a robinson
catherine e jarvis
(c) october 12, 2014
I have a great respect for
Thomas Robinson. We were
On another site together.
He is an excellent poet as well
As a great friend.
It was a pleasure to work
With him for the first time.
I hope that this format
Is easy to read. I had
To really work to get it
Justified on both
Left and right.
Waaaah!!! It didn't work!
Interesting that the word
Out is OUT. I'm leaving it.