I MAY HAVE
Squeeze the nuthatch, ram the bark.
Spare the child, spoil the rod. It's all
a something like that and I don't care.
Here I am, instead, alone again on the
edge of a wandering highway. From
underneath this bridge all I see of the
world is nothing; like bloomers on a
nun, like meatloaf in a vegetarian
restaurant, like oxygen in a fire.
Like oxygen in a fire, yes.
I may have lessened my lessons by
just being so good, or just showing
up. Woody Allen, yes, Woody Allen
it was, who said, '90 percent of life
is just showing up.' I totally agree.
You can take it from me.