Hoyt Axton got me a bit crazy.
about half century back, or so.
even these fine days, start feeling
and bit normal, average,
put on Axton CD, and, bang,
crazy sweeps right over me.
it's wonderful. truly maddening.
have arrested myself for
being out of bounds
with myself and all those
rolling themselves in a ball
and rolling away from all
responsibility we humans
rarely accomplish while in bounds.
no, there is no law against this.
my shortsightedness brought me here.
not to worry over it. will pick these
few scattered poems and be off.
happy 2020.
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