TARANTULA BOYS
They hammer at their luck like men on a mission -
striking fists, hard as steel, walking the tightrope
between the gulf. It never begins to dawn, all this
idea of having ideas, until too late. Late at night,
when the stars are out, skating figure-eights in
a dark-man's alley, they are seen still hard at work.
I want to egg them on, tell them stories, make things
up. Why not? I think I will.
They hammer at their luck like men on a mission -
striking fists, hard as steel, walking the tightrope
between the gulf. It never begins to dawn, all this
idea of having ideas, until too late. Late at night,
when the stars are out, skating figure-eights in
a dark-man's alley, they are seen still hard at work.
I want to egg them on, tell them stories, make things
up. Why not? I think I will.
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