They Play Bob Dylan's Tombstone Blues Forever


Perhaps I did ask for this,

demanded a try,

beg for a part?


Hod did I formulate this request?


Who was I when I wasn't?


Imagine the “un”

before everything about me!


That's where I was(n't);

a tiny likness of the Big Bang;

a world

out of a masterly nothingness;

a singularity,

not less than nothing,

but precisely nothing, balancing

like a high-hat

in a drumset,

just after (Charlie Watts),

about to (Ken Buttrey),

but empty,

'round a “yet”;

a thought

that hasn't thought itself,

already an afterthought, stuck,


in a slot waiting

for an airplane to take advantage

and accelerate down the runway


Before anything is forgotten,

they play Bob Dylan's Tombstone Blues


while Marc Beaumont is seen

circling the globe

on his custom Koga bicycle,


that the tumble weeds of West Texas

thudding across the highway

are curled-up thoughts

that nothing came of;

carcasses of the unborn



Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-01-14 at 09:39

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
The thing I love about poetry is how, as the author, you can never predict how your reader will interpret your words. Ingvar, this poem reflects a concept of being, of beginning, that echoes deep within me! I really appreciated reading these words today. They have lifted me to the realms of Joni Mitchell Both Sides Now.....

Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way

In the 'un' state, everything is a possibility.

Blessings, Allen