trying to shut down the howling of my sleep
trying to get back to a memory
trying to tell tale once upon a time
paying the price for some horrendous crime
did you ever want to say hello?
did I ever know what I should know?
coming back home from wide and wider west
I don't remember the reason why I left
can't say I didn't wanted you to wait
now I'm afraid I'm arriving much too late
thought that the future was in my yesterday
are you still here or have you gone away?
Timbuktu Timbuktu
what is it to you?
is it real
is it true
Timbuktu
take me take me to Timbuktu
where the skies are red and the mountains are blue
where the river runs past Eve and Adam's shore
and let me lie there till the sun comes up no more
wanted to be an outlaw on the run
till I discovered it wasn't any fun
the movies they told me nothing but their lies
reality did scold me it was a bad surprise
the way that a lover can shatter to man
is what I'm after no matter what I am
looks like tomorrow is never what it seems
fly down the wind with a screaming in my dreams
Timbuktu Timbuktu
what is it to you?
is it real
is it true
Timbuktu
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A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).