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“Blind Spot”
He just wanted
to get lost
in the blind
spots
of the day
leaving nowhere
without getting
somewhere
slipping between
the sun
and the shade
dropping into a
quiet corner
with a view
as his music
narrates the
scenes
as he’s walking
through them
no preplanned
poses
standing on marks
made of tape
begging for smiles
from strangers
he’s never going
to know
let time
enslave those
afraid to die
but time has
no meaning
if you have
no place to
go
no one to
see
a handful of
seconds
balances out
with decades
of hours,
he turns up
his music
takes three
steps
to the left
and disappears
into the day…
Tom Allen…01-12-2019…
He just wanted
to get lost
in the blind
spots
of the day
leaving nowhere
without getting
somewhere
slipping between
the sun
and the shade
dropping into a
quiet corner
with a view
as his music
narrates the
scenes
as he’s walking
through them
no preplanned
poses
standing on marks
made of tape
begging for smiles
from strangers
he’s never going
to know
let time
enslave those
afraid to die
but time has
no meaning
if you have
no place to
go
no one to
see
a handful of
seconds
balances out
with decades
of hours,
he turns up
his music
takes three
steps
to the left
and disappears
into the day…
Tom Allen…01-12-2019…