Thomas Stanton Poet I do not know?

But Where Is the Money?

But where is the money?
[…You make the money; I make nothing.]

Christine
Awkward note
From an awkward guy
Night before last you said
We bore us both [each other]

I cannot ever remember being bored by you
To me
You are the sphinx
The dreamy intuitive one
Who
Always
Knows
And I am helplessly involved with a fascinating other worldly self
Constantly
Devolving into chaos
Who never knows

Creating endlessly on the way down
To a wonderful place

Where
Art
Medicine
And
Magic
May/be
A better cure
Than
Seashells

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