BLESSINGS ON THAT
MAN FROM COVENTRY
He walks like a jackal, from the Jaguar factory,
or something of old like that anyway. It's smart
to get away, with all the earmarks of a good
satisfaction. A man is sitting at the table, nearby,
drinking his Compari with no care in the world.
It's funny because I have all the cares, and
probably his too. I can't much see any more,
except when I really concentrate at it - because
the well-honed world in front of me no longer
exists. It's not because of bad vision, understand.
When that begins happening to spirit guides,
it's pretty much over; I'm headed back.
Another one, a lady over there, she's with a guy
who looks like a bull. Strong, stubby, and snorting.
Like a law-firm where you'd just die if you had
to answer the phone like that : 'Short, Stubby,
and Snorting, how may we help you?'
They've tacked a few flyers on this most interesting
wall : a lecture upcoming, on the politics of Greece
and the 'Crisis of Labor' along the Mediterranean
rim. Huh? What's all that about anyhow?