a man
became a critter
creeping
over land
he sat on rocks
turned em over for moral guidance
he’s a cemetery
of thinking —
left over
animal
reptile brained
chunk of reaction
fight and bite
sleep where it’s warm at night
stay out of the cold
of opinion
screw a little
when needed
no need for a lot of breath
to tell this story
it’s so common
you might be forgiven
for pretending it’s not true
just another legend
until you cross paths with him
while trying to fall in love
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December 26th, 2009 at 1:09 pm
This is great, Tony. I wish I had enough of a life to come see you perform more often.
December 26th, 2009 at 1:45 pm
We miss you!