a madman on the run


sinuously stretched like a skin

sinuously stretched like a skin
on a young darbuka
sinewy tied to a tone
vibrating
through the measured
and a final sorrow
balanced and posted
into rumbling tomorrow
barefoot and danced
like a fool amongst fools
I see the time
and run for cover

it was late afternoon
time was a matter
of soft winds
rustling in the old pear tree
love was a motion
smelling like a musty sun
serenity is a question
of so much to see

there are small men
rolling in the dirt
of their forefathers
just for the fun of it
flittering fluttering
like hummingbirds
or butterflies
heavy with powder

the masters I have met
are my best friends
bar raisers
loathing pettiness
and crime

certain words describe you
encircles you
turns the dream
into an almost
serendipity
is such a word




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-06-11 at 23:16

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