Tuesday Poem: The Hit

The hit (from, ‘The true and intimate confessions of a Dylan junkie’).

Callow: wants to fly but has no feathers
yet.
Wait: someone is coming to show you
how.
Now: listen. Listen hard. Here comes the
House.
House of the Rising Sun, House of the Organ
Skirl.
Worlds: worlds you have not known blow
open.
Open: open your ears, your spine and
skin.
When: when the world calls, you will
know.
Go: just go. Follow the skinny Jew with his
tambourine.
It’s your time: now. It’s your scene. Hard
rain.

Tuesday Poem

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