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Breath & Shadow

Summer 2012 - Vol. 9, Issue 3

"Sunset Bluesman"

written by

Todd Hanks

A bloody sunset bluesman,

you're down and out, with

a sound of punk and fifties grit.

At times crazy or lazy, you're

a soft spoken loser.

Your strings scream like

a hawk that an arrow hit.

You've been a boozer,

a junkie with one toe

in the limelight, but

no quarter to flip.

Lost without an audience,

you go your own

way into a dropping net.

Sometimes your poetry

body surfs in waves as blue

as the Pacific.

A particle of a comet,

you burn like a moth in the

hell of outer space.

But your star-bound rocket,

never rose above the

clouds of black and gray.

 

Days end you cup your hands,

filled with melodic water,

and hold the sunset.

Todd Hanks lives in the Ozarks and is a schizophrenic. His creative writing has appeared in publications such as Asimov’s Science Fiction magazine and the Kansas City Star newspaper.

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