The Tall Sort



I am a mountain of the tall sort
The wind hits, I shiver, turn to snow
You can find me at the local bar,
staring hard into the bottle
I caress it with both hands, the
last of the true cowboys
I dream of older days
Maybe Wyoming
Walking off the path, slipping up and buying my
life with the time I don't have
But when the mood strikes, I become a felion
perching on stone walls, watching strangers get to know each other
The night is a farce,
and in the morning we'll all wish we bore some other color

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You know whenever

 I read any of your poetry I am in awe; you have such a beautiful soul. The emotions you blend, embrace themes, which everyone can relate to. Your poems are infused with such damage that they can be revealing in there experience of reflection and the same time be a vehicle for such delight.

I cannot think of anything to write here other than I am your greatest fan.





"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot

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Dylan... once again you

Dylan... once again you inspire me to be a better writer and I could not ask for a better fan! Thank you thank you thank you my dear :)

"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.