Thursday, April 14, 2016

8033. 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.

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