She walked the highwire
above the crowd
she hid in the shadows as
they cried out loud
she wasn't the
main act
but they had seen her before
the custodian and his Mrs.
had blown her kisses
beneath the sky full of stars
she walked the highwire
with scars on her arm
she wasn't the main act
and fearfull of nothing
the custodian and his Mrs.
were there with the kisses
beneath the sky full of stars
About Me
- Dale Hunt
- He's become comfortable in that ol' civil war jacket. What would compliment that mess of hair? A sage cigarette, a bottle in his hand and a book in his pocket. A hobo at heart a drunk by night and a rambling pain. Tired and old before his time. Studying the greats Bukowski, Tom Waits William S. Burroughs and Hunter S. Thompson, Kerouac and John Steinbeck. Drinking Brandy and Cockspur rum from the bottle. Hiding down South for the winter months running from the cold and consequence.
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