the illustrious faults of the fool

[mtmynd]

stop it now! stop that staring
you know it's not right or even
possible to see thru concrete...
who do you think you are,
some kinda superhero with
a cape that will make you invisible
and eyes that pierce to the essence
all things within their focus? boo-shit.
not a chance. not even close, fool.

[stilltrucking]

I used to walk through walls
It hurt like hell

[mtmynd]

i've heard if one walks thru walls they are unable to walk thru picture hangers, thereby causing a tears to their clothing (which walks thru with them, ironically).

could you verify that for me, amigo?

[stilltrucking]

A distracted clutz
I used to amuse everyone
Bonking my head on telephone poles.
I was that kind of a kid


I have walking around lately with a mirror in front of me so I can see what it is I am walking away from.

[mtmynd]

I had a good friend like that when I was a young teen.

[constantine]

it's about time somebody had the wherewithal and the intestinal fortitude to tell that drop shot what's what. kudos to you.

[mtmynd]

he had it coming, as you well know.

thx, dino.

[mnaz]

...can't see thru concrete for sure, 'tho sometimes I see right through its jungle. But sometimes I can't even see through that X-ray gingham dress... (why did this one remind me of that old Beefheart lyric?)

[stilltrucking]

I don't know if he had it coming or not
but I sure deserved the knots I got
xrayed people on concrete walls
I would never have believed it
if I had not seen them with Ferlinghetti eyes
well his poetry


I have lost touch with every friend I had when I was a young teen.

"friends come and go but enemies accumulate"
I think my computer is out to get me Cecil.
How foolish is that?

[goldenmyst]

I'm glad I don't have X-Ray eyes. Great poem my friend!

John

[silent woman]

X ray eyes are a bitch with an ice pick
You are wise to be grateful John


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Cecil, succinct poem thingy, you wrote my life story.

I spent twelve years in college staring through the windows at the world outside, trying to understand it. I was the eternal college sophomore, I think I read somewhere it is called The Faust Complex.

What it was for me was the perfect education for a truck driver.



I stumbled on a poem the other day by Ryokan. I think you might like
my kwanzaa gift to you old friend.

Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;
a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Listening to the night rain on my roof,
I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out
http://www.mipoesias.com/2004/jack1eivaz3.htm

sincerely
jt

[mtmynd]

damn right, truck! i love that poem. ryokan must've been one awakened fellow.

"Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment? "

the world is so much bigger... so big it's all i can do to stay awake.

happy Kwanzaa to you, amigo.