(Or Hey Hey Bobby Dylan, I wrote a poem for You)
I wrote a poem for You)
An old experienced singer
Is sitting by the bar
Brushing ashes from his sleeve
Like one who’s travelled far.
Outside it’s started raining,
The moon begins her song,
Getting out his Tarot cards
He says, “This won’t take long.”
He tells me to stop fighting
My mind’s demented twin,
He says, “My friend, we’re all afraid
Beneath these masks of skin.”
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Kevin Patrick McCann,
The Fairy Feller’s Master-Stroke
Painting by Richard Dadd
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