A long night's journey into day.
I'm walking down a darkened street needing time to think
And stroll into a local pub to get myself a drink.
I amble up upon a stool and spy a cup of tips
The barkeep pours a glass of ale
I sip it through my lips.
I'd like to lift the glass to toast
But alas I have no hands
A life of woe to dwell upon
I am a puppet man.
My skin is ragged, worn out cloth
A mouth of cardboard stock
My eyes are naught but buttons sewn
You see I'm just a sock.
No one wants to be my friend
They fear there'll be reprise
The pain of living all alone
Brings tears to plastic eyes.
I order up another beer
I do the best I can
And wallow in my world of dreams
I am a puppet man.
So I pay the bill ( in itself a trick )
And venture out the door
To wander round on cobble stones
Like dust upon the floor.
For once I made the children laugh
As a clown upon a stage
But windows now reflect a face
That is frayed and pale with age.
So I make my way
Back to the box
To where it all began
And close the lid on wasted days
I am a puppet man. By Peter The Reet 1989
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4 |
89 |
flushing |
ny |
record shop shopping |
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6 |
89 |
fort worth |
tx |
visit with t.reay |
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7 |
89 |
carlsbad |
nm |
postcard from carlsbad.. heading out to cal. |
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8 |
89 |
reno |
nv |
hiking in Zion park, lost $75 on slots in vegas, drove thru flash flood in desert, Off to visit Kathy Apple at nv state fair. |
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6 |
90 |
santa barbara |
ca |
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6 |
90 |
jaxhites |
ny |
fred retired |
The history after his leaving Alaska gets fuzzier for me. He traveled by car, his little Toyota sedan, to the Lower 48. He eventually wound up in Colorado for a while and spent some time at our friend Chip Stark's home in the mountains outside of Boulder. From what Chip has told me these were difficult times for Reet. He was trying to sort out where he was going to go, literally mentally, and emotionally following all of these huge changes in his life. - wayne binns
the reet, chip and craig - alaska to cal or bust
"lots asked...lots said..food to belly den i go to bed! love is all we need!...uncle vanya"
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