Treasure Island

G.R. Gaus

(April 11 1950 / St. Louis)

Tangents


His mind was filled with racing thought,
Never ending, through out the day,
Ideas in motion, carelessly sought,
Most times gone far astray.

Some people thought him crazy,
Others paid him no mind,
Although slow, but not quite lazy,
Most certainly one of a kind.

Arriving at a past destination,
Remembering, he wants to believe,
Dwelling into a strange fixation,
Lost between real and deceive.

“Have another drink, try the Rye”,
Although the day has only begun,
The job at hand has gone awry,
Days work, will again go undone.

Chasing off in another direction,
Following what crossed his mind,
Endless stories, the same collection,
Elements fit loosely, unconfined.

Tracing back to the original theme,
Sidetracked all along the way,
Something about a fencing scheme,
Many hours burned up this day.

“See ya tomorrow”, he shook his fist,
“Damn bull tore down the fence again”,
Simple reasons, he was meant to exist,
More mending will come in vain.

Submitted: Monday, June 24, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 25, 2013
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In fond memory of Charles Houx, who could carry on several conversations at the same time, never forgetting where he was in any one of them.

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