Misadventure/Adventure/Afterthought/Dirty Joke
I have a leaky bladder. For now, I soak
up my dribbles with a tee shirt I bought
at the Beat Bookstore in San Francisco…
a poetic something or other. I was in the
bank, waiting to use the ATM, and some
of my excess slipped past my defenses
and dribbled on the floor in a little puddle.
No one noticed, I played it cool, did my
transaction, and slipped away unnoticed.
Victory.
And now, two nicely dressed Mexican
gentlemen stopped and began talking to
me, a little Jesus rap, I didn’t understand
a word. I said: “Yo soy Buddhismo..es
differente.” They detached at those words.
We shook hands and they left smiling.
Basic goodness.
Beethoven has been playing in my mind
this morning. His music is awe inspiring,
victorious even. Yeah, but everyone lost
everything always anyway, so what?
So quantum victory,
victory over time itself.
(snarkastic remarks here)
What do you call a gay man burning in a fire?
A faggot.
Hey, folks, I’m not a hypocrite.
I tried faggotry in my youth,
and I found it wasn’t at all what
it was cracked up to be.
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