Suddenly the wind caught
my
hand
Time Stood Still
everyone
living
dying
in that single precious moment
You do at once
what I do finally
whether
to
catch
the
details
orjusttohaveanothercigarette
I
cannot
tell
laughing at the sun-
dying to the moon
waiting to be done
crying at the tune
ofahundredthousandhomelesslonerswaitingforthefishtheycaught
whentheywerethreetotellthemalltheanswerstothemysterieslefttobe-
unanswered
by
the
traveling
mystics
who
go
around
healing
incurable warts
and
raving that the only thing left in life
is the apple pie
of a woman's heat
like the sun
on a cold day
after
writing all these words to a
little boy down the street
to tell him where I stand-
overlooking
a village ravaged by Tillo the mouse
"Time
can't wait,"the gin-drinking bum shouts in the street "be what
you know - feel who you are or life will pass you by like a
shooting star"
the
night grows young
my mind excited
and
tommorow
will
come
when
it's
decided
Reason for writing:
I went nuts one day, while I was reading "On The Road" and
listening to my friend Bruce tell stories
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