March 31, 2012


My mind left me years ago.  Where is it?  Good question.  I've narrowed it down to a few possibilities.

- Stuck to a funny porcupine.

- Down on the corner, out in the street, though it seems impossible for it to be both places at once.

- Trying on bow ties at an unnamed menswear shop.

- Riding herd.

- Somewhence.

- Soaking in its own gravy.

- Starring in a very special episode of.

- Telling me that my call is very important to it.  Please hold.

- Just fuckin' around.

- Writing a play about a late-night waitress and an angry short-order cook in a seedy cafe on the outskirts of a dying, midwestern, industrial town.

- Waltzing. Always waltzing.

No comments: