116. IT'S SOMETHING IN THE WATER BRINGS ME DOWN

IT'S SOMETHING IN THE WATER
BRINGS ME DOWN
I've been reading too many books.
Split as they are between the 'good' and
the 'bad', everything comes with its own
point-of-view - like solid rock and a feathered
pillow in some grotesque collision of
a chance encounter. The courtly doctor, standing
nearby, announces himself as some William Carlos
Williams of a dirge-like countenance. He slowly pours
(only I notice) sand into the wounds instead of
salt. Either way, it's a brutal pain and hell to heal.
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That old saw about the things changing places,
going around/coming around - all that rubbish -
sounds unheralded now as no one bothers to listen.
'Abolish the sin-tax', the other guy said; unless
I'd heard him wrong - he was, after all, an English
teacher, so he could have said 'syntax' instead. A
problem such as that comes from hearing and not
seeing the words. Right?
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Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, I'd heard,
often switched places and ran off.
Don't know how true that was,
but it's a heck of a story to tell.