Smoky Hoss Poems

It's late...1969...
the sun's going down
as we turn west for the last time.
Driving this long black Caddy,
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Write a poem
that refuses to rhyme and no one will read it.
Pen poetry that makes no sense,
but rhymes every line, and
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You stumble out of
The cold, blowing world -
Into the warmth and comfort of a poem;
It fills your soul with the sweet aroma
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I step from the tub
water dropping everywhere.
Just outside the bathroom window
a falling flash catches my eye.
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When you're fast asleep
The mind sneeks out, and around,
Wearing the moonlight
Like some ancient royal gown.
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There are some days
when the sunset light blazes in curls,
burning orange upon the clouds
bending at the end of the world -
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Conclusions should be drawn, but,
I have forgotten the words
to the most relevant song;
and frankly,
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No more words.
Only listen.
It's the holiest thing we can ever do.
Hear the breathing,
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One never really knows
Why the wild-wind of chance blows
The way it does -
Perhaps mere luck
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It's the rat race
You want to blame,
Or then again
Maybe it's just your given name;
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