so much to say
second day
fourth month
how many more
nights will be
spent
like this
undertow pulling
all of a sudden
back to the
shore
ranch house
where the horns
were kicking
wish to be
there
not in the same
old place
over the field
high above
dreamed about it
again
who is going to
stop the spin
halt the ride
determining
what’s what
and who is who
anyhow
still he will
stare
with something
on his mind
what can he say
now
his mind spins
the phantom
fades
in and out of
the picture
blurry at times
and full of
laughs at others
blasting away
tonight
shiny shirt and
all…
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