MY GRAVE MOMENT
Put me down for one. I bought a Monet.
Or was it Manet? Or was it Daviud Mamet?
Was that a play? Too many cashable moments.
The frightened auctioneer just hit me with a stick -
he said he was sorry after I said I'd asked for it.
No bids; we were dunking lillies in the afterhours
bar. Lil said 'nothing this good can last forever.'
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I had a few questions and they said 'put them down
on paper.' So I did : How do you know when what
you don't know is enough? If there's a noise at the
Ausable Chasm, is it then audible too? What is the
roar of the greasepaint, the smell of the crowd?
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'Here, right here, this is where he disappeared. He was
talking about the Father and his brothers and something
weird, just like smoke and fire, happened, and he was
gone. Some Jewboy David Copperfield trick never
seen before. Tom here, Tom wanted to stick his fingers
in the hole, or something like that. I said, 'Whoah; who
you think you got here, Mary Magdalene?' Yeah,
they all laughed, but just for a moment or two.'
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That was so very long ago; before Charlemagne, before
the Titanic crashed, before Bikini Atoll. Now, I admit,
it's all forgettable but what the heck. Thought
I'd just give it a try.
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