TWO SIDED COIN

UPON SETTING OUT
TO INVESTIGATE
TRAVEL
AND INSTIGATE,
DIG DEEP
AND EXLORE
I FIND THE
GEMS OF MYSTERY
AND PAINFUL LONG
HISTORY
ARE KEY TO
ANSWERING THE DOOR,
MY PATIENCE
GROWS SHORT
AT THE SILENT
RAPPORT
OF PEOPLE WHO
TALK IN CIRCLES,
I LISTEN INSTEAD
TO THE MUSICAL
HEADS,
FOR THEY ARE
THE KEY TO
MY HEART,
MY SOUL SIGHS
AND BLEEDS
AT THE BEAUTIFUL
NEEDS
THAT EXLORE
AND FINE TUNE
LIKE A DART,
AS A LILTING
GUITAR
SOUNDS FROM
NEAR OR
SO FAR,
THE PASSION
STRIKES SUCH
A FANCY,
I FALL RIGHT IN
LOVE
WITH A MAN
AND HIS GLOVE
FULL OF MAGICAL
TUNES AND FANTASY,

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NEVER TO NOTICE
THE MOST FATAL
FLAWS
AND ONLY BECAUSE
I AM BLINDED BY
TALENT AND WIZARDRY,
WE ALL HAVE OUR
HEELS, ACHILES
AND STEEL,
WRAPPED UP
INSIDE OF THE BRAIN
RUSHING AND RISING
ALWAYS SURPRISING
JUMPING WITH
LITTLE RESTRAIN,
AND SINCE I ESCHEW
THE PORTIONS OF VIEW
THAT COME WITH
THE GREEN STUFF
CALLED MONEY,
I’M BOUND TO RESOUND
IN THE PRISIONER’S
GROUND,
SALTY FLAT BROKE
GONE UP IN SMOKE,
SMILING WITH
EARBUG IN HAND
LIFE IS A QUEST
AND YOU KNOW
THE REST,
I’LL ALWAYS
BE PART OF
THE BAND!

©J.W. WINSLOW 12/1/15