T.V. John Langworthy

Rookie (August 20,1947 / San Antonio, Texas)

Crossing - Poem by T.V. John Langworthy

I was walking backwards
when I checked into the Flea Bag Hotel
Subway lines were drawn on my pillow
It was soft, the day a fog

A handprint was on the window
Lipstick lips on the mirror
I made my move
to get out of there

I jumped into my car
and it started to fly
A voting booth turned into
a lemonade stand
Yes, I was dreaming

I went to the circus
but it was closing
The clowns were crying
The ring master screaming

Ballerinas disappeared into the fog
as the circus crumbled
A song was out of tune
My legs ran out of time

I crossed the street
and shots rang out
The guns never stopped
It was a shootout

A train whistle started whistling
I bobbed into an intersection
A coffee shop was open
Cowboys were laughing

Was the fun about to begin?
No, it was only temporary
Everything started melting
I woke up sweating

So where did it end?
When did it all begin?
Losers lose, winners win
and there's everyone else in between

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, January 21, 2013

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