Wednesday, November 4, 2015

7399. OUT OF MY GOURD

OUT OF MY GOURD
If you would walk with me this mile I will
give to you this hour. It's a charming proposition,
you must agree. I sat today with three people
for some time talking  -  as it turned out, only one
of us was crazy. It wasn't hard to tell : one guy's
wife had lost her hearing, she was talking steroids
to bring it back  -  doctor's idea; and another only
cared for Natural things. Me, I was in the stars
and told to them both the stories of my births 
and deaths before I was born here. How I 
traversed the starry heavens with big
footsteps, how I'd gone and where 
I'd been. So, yes, it was decided,
I must be out of my gourd.

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