Monday 15th August



Some kind of spiritual axiom. Better than a lie of the mind
or a kick in the teeth.

As voices arrive falls silent with the news, hand-to-mouth.

Stone cold stone, not alone beneath a familiar street lamp.

A car emerges from the dark laughing, parks up, look away.
The night remaining innocent, trembles. Witnessing repeats.

Bob Dylan – Desolation Row (Alternate Take)
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 7: No Direction Home.



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