For Tom thanks for putting me up these drunken nights;
The wise Geordie Sage .
sits before .
Me .
.
And has .
Taken tales from life .
on his journey
More than
mere men
&
Most men more
Mad than mere
He sits there with these
Words disrupting the smoke that
bellows from our
mouths
and no
room for
Mine
are
required in these
moments
i sit
listen and take
mental notes
But thats the way he
likes it
And im his
Guest
The aged life worn
torment and scars on his face
and body all have a tale
But
He still remains
Still
Effortless
And
Sleek
His
Stories tell me more than most
speak to me more than my own
troublesabout myself
but they're not mine
IS this truly wisdom
IS this Truth
I thought there was no
Truth
But maybe non
that eventually
get replaced
in time and becomes
paraphrased
Or
Subceeded
in these persuasive lines
I have to grab
Pen and pad
Mesmereside but
Also
inspired
as if he
was channeling
something
through
me
Some emotion that
Counjured
Visions of semiotics
and
Landscapes of metaphor and simily
and
word-play and mischeve
abound these
hurried
scribbles
scripting symbols
signs
seem solitary
these efforts
under took
and to
sustain this
storming of language
And i take two hands to my pen trying to
hold on as it drags me across
the page
and then i hit a full stop and
dropped my
Pen
Tom
this Legend
OF men
This Citizen of the
World
DOTH SPEAK THESE WORDS OF WISDOM FORTH
AND LAY SEEDS IN MY HEAD
With
A Geordie Discourse;
" Piss in the Sink
My dear
World Weary friend
Forget the women
And your woes
But heed this advice
Piss in the sink
My dear friend
But onyl at night
time
It will save you
Money
And
If your on the top floor such
As i
A neighbours good night
Sleep might give you
clemency with
your
parties
at
night
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