Eccentric

"The eccentric is the basis

of design." Wallace Stevens

The dreams got better as the

night wore on..the first one

horrible and full of knives...

the last a new lover and a 

great kiss. Not much to do 

today, so I can enjoy my

morning stupor.

"He has the vapors" one

might have said in the olden

days...always (now) wondered

what that meant. A little off kilter

ain't bad, especially since I 

don't have to operate heavy 

machinery. That's  why I was 

never drunk or stoned at 

plumbing work...had to be on 

the spot, and sometimes even

that was almost not enough...

...an inch and a half broken

water main one time in South

Carolina. I called the boss:

"What should I do?!"

"Don't let it whup ya"  (click)

good advice. Now the worst is

the odd scorpion.

I enjoy staring at people as they

walk by....a few notice and say hi...

the ones not completely asleep.

Nobody wants anybody around...

catch 22, they feel lonely. As

Bukowski wrote: " I don't hate

people...I just feel better when

they're not around." I'm not

lonely anymore, so, I watch 

people without a care. Now, I'm

the only guy in town that wears

a tie, except for the odd banker.

I'm a passive kachina, not actively

tricking to shake people awake,

just being there in case anyone is 

looking.

Any questions?

Not really.

Milarepa must have had fun in the

marketplace, singing the truth...

people actually listened and learned.