Friday, August 26, 2011

the bow tie

I woke in the red morning
to yellow shafts of thoughts
ricocheting off the walls of my skull
bouncing and colliding
like on an unstable billiard table
it was carried on a driving 4-4 beat
the bass player and drummer
vying for dominance
off to the right a lean man
dressed in a white shirt, suspenders
and a bow-tie smiled
as if this all made sense
and seemed to be waiting for me to get it.

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