Nat Z. Punx
Dilettante Dirtbag- - Poem by Nat Z. Punx
i'm a thief
but how can you find a more perfect diamond
'been leanin' toward the shadows all along'
had earle chain him to a tree
to keep him from drinkin'
i'd stand on bob dylan's coffee table in my cowboy boots
and tell the world
townes is the best songwriter ever
he would carry his guitar case
just to be in his presense
'it's a shame that it is a shame'
but it is a glorious feeling
to be a conduit
of angels and ghosts
in this world
everything has a price
and every one of us
can reap from his toll
the beauty of simplicity
the van gogh of folk singers
'but that ol' white freightliner
keeps stealin' away my mind'
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