8586. OK NOW

OK NOW

OK now, what I really want to

say cannot be said : there's a

mischief table at the heart of

this world, at the center of 

this Earth, in the soul of this

place. Those Hollywood kids

come here, late at night, washing

the dribble from off their glasses.

They bring their girlfriends along.

I know what goes on, even though

they're stupid enough to think I

don't. I wasn't born yesterday - and

I may be dumb, but I ain't blonde.

I wonder, is that how that goes? 

They each drive shiny cars, and 

I can see this world reflected 

off the surfaces. I think, truly, 

that's the thing they miss  -  that

all this world is that, nothing 

but shiny surfaces with things

reflected. They move around

and then disappear. The world 

is an image of itself, neither far, 

nor near. It just is. Doesn't matter

how many stickers you've got

on your car : college names,

pithy slogans, parking decals.

They're all going away, and sooner

than you'd ever imagine if I had to ask.

If I had to ask, you couldn't say.

But that's OK now, that's OK.