Poetry For Everyday People
Celebrating Madness
The sun bows
at the end
of the day,
dives home,
a raging fire
coming to terms,
and I wonder if
it's cooling off
for the night
in the ocean,
or moonlighting
in hell,
I'm forgotten here,
all the times
I've spent with
pen and paper,
two friends of
which without
misery would surely
have taken my
heart, what sweet
listener paper is,
I'm forgotten here,
luck playing
cruelty as Robert Johnson
played guitar, you only
have to go as far as
your head to get to
the cross roads, find
the devil, in a thought,
I'm forgotten here,
and I'm flashing my
flash light
through a poems window,
on a poems night.
at the end
of the day,
dives home,
a raging fire
coming to terms,
and I wonder if
it's cooling off
for the night
in the ocean,
or moonlighting
in hell,
I'm forgotten here,
all the times
I've spent with
pen and paper,
two friends of
which without
misery would surely
have taken my
heart, what sweet
listener paper is,
I'm forgotten here,
luck playing
cruelty as Robert Johnson
played guitar, you only
have to go as far as
your head to get to
the cross roads, find
the devil, in a thought,
I'm forgotten here,
and I'm flashing my
flash light
through a poems window,
on a poems night.
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Celebrating Madness
Celebrating Madness
