2007-12-11
19:57:04
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Anonymous
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry
[I WANT TO ASK A TERRIFYING QUESTION]
Bob Kaufman
I want to ask a terrifying question,
“What time is it going to be?”
That Sunday never came,
He lied, speaking in tongues,
Hot walking New York, in smoky Januaries,
My back is moonburned,
And my arm hurts,
The blues come riding,
Introspective echoes of a journey,
Truth is a burning guitar,
You get off at Fifty-ninth Street forever.
2007-12-12
08:15:39 ·
update #1