15,726. WATCHTOWER

WATCHTOWER

Long back ago, about '78,

I walked the Hart Crane 

streets of Brooklyn Heights

with my friend Paul. He's

dead now, long ago too.

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His missed-logic was

impeccable in his poetic

way. One night, we were

freezing cold, and he pointed

ahead and said, 'I'm so cold I

could eat that dog.'

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The Brooklyn Heights Promenade

was up ahead, and, after walking

the bridge from Manhattan at 2am,

we edged over to the dark and old:

Where 'The Watchtower' building

was  -  those Jehovah Witness guys

and their printing plant for their

magazine.

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Some lady walked by, in the lit

distance, walking her dog  -  that's

when he said that, and I asked 'What

do you mean?' And, yes, we were so

shot that we began discussing the

eating of dogs.

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It turned out, he'd not meant to say he

liked eating dogs, but in this case was

saying that the supplanted heat and the

energy from that one dog would do a

lot to warm him up. I guess he meant

himself, because he hadn't mentioned

me, nor even asked if I liked eating dogs.

Really makes you wonder, no?