Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Dru

               

You may be the one who knows me best.

You say hello. You say goodbye.

You are usually waiting by the door

(or pretend you were) when I come home.

You don't really say anything

when you see what you see.

I guess you are sort of like god.

Here are sort of my thoughts

about the big questions,

the universals of existence

in this most tenuous place.

You should say Hello.

You should say Goodbye.

In between, Try Not to be too Judgmental

& Never Kill or Hurt Anyone

Nor their Hopes or Dreams.



See I got the ten commandments down to half.



Editing darling, editing.

3 comments:

Peter said...

FROM A MAP BY HIERONYMNOUS COCK 1562 IN ANTWERP

Me night you there naked
depart depart
that left unto the right
slept on

as knowledge of
the knowledge of your body
not even Leibniz will master
nor accurately bound

when calling was a song
in throats not books or names
and could be taken in

if you’d be found
your life a day it lay
in happy arms.

W.B. Keckler said...

Peter...I have to quote Cocteau Twins here..Liz Fraser...and i have to sing it (I couldn't possibly) just as she does, in "Squeeze-Wax"....

"you amaaaaaaaze meee..."

Hieronymous Cock lol. Love it.

I think Liebnitz is misspelt. Did I spell misspelt wrong? i'm not sure.

But maybe you're right. It's one of those I'm not sure things.

I'll Google it.

"when calling was a song / in throats not books or names"

I like that. I sort of fell backwards a few centuries there...you tipped me just a little...

You are my ain true bro.

W.B. Keckler said...

8,000 versus 130,000.

Peter you are right.

You are smart.

And I'm usually such a good speller.

Whiskey engrams.

Never trust them.