The Man and the Mystic
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The Man and the Mystic
Everyday a man
walks streets of town
on trail of mythic subway,
and passes yon’ setting
by the square
a certain mystic sitting there
of uncertain origins,
sitting on the park bench,
mystical throne,
and home,
a smilin’ contemplation.
And after six years gone by
this workaday routine,
the man’s eye
takes on a certain gleam,
a-twinklin’ thought
caught betwixt the
ticker’s scream,
the ageless wisdom
of mystics,
the crush of urban reality.
Does finally pause
on way to work
one wetted winter’s day
to gaze at smiling
ageless mystic
(so lost and far away),
to say:
“Do mystics
have a sex life?”,
and scurry on his
way to office
so proud of
his question
he doesn’t wait
for his response.
“Why do you
think we smile?”
--June 30, 1992
@pth
Everyday a man
walks streets of town
on trail of mythic subway,
and passes yon’ setting
by the square
a certain mystic sitting there
of uncertain origins,
sitting on the park bench,
mystical throne,
and home,
a smilin’ contemplation.
And after six years gone by
this workaday routine,
the man’s eye
takes on a certain gleam,
a-twinklin’ thought
caught betwixt the
ticker’s scream,
the ageless wisdom
of mystics,
the crush of urban reality.
Does finally pause
on way to work
one wetted winter’s day
to gaze at smiling
ageless mystic
(so lost and far away),
to say:
“Do mystics
have a sex life?”,
and scurry on his
way to office
so proud of
his question
he doesn’t wait
for his response.
“Why do you
think we smile?”
--June 30, 1992
@pth
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and i always say de fucking love is the key to poetry doubters because
Trevor Hughes on the fountain
on the market square always rantin' love
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