ANSWER
THE ANSWER IS BLOWING
You couldn’t find a normal girl if you fell
over one I said Later in the conversation
he repeated this sentence verbatim We were
on the same page He wasn’t hurt more bemused
Knowing too that as his oldest friend my words have
traction gravitas fidelity
I am sitting by a fountain watching a couple of ducks
one with an emerald neck & orange feet the other quite
ordinary They kind of flop into the fountain It’s not a
dive & it’s not a jump It’s almost unintentional One
moment looking at the water the next in the water
So are we puppets of some other force that is driving us?
Or do we drive ourselves? My friend would say: You make
plans & the Puppet Master laughs He who always ends up
with fire-eating Go Go dancers slim androgynes This makes
him pretty interesting But to this he responds: If I am so interesting
what am I doing here?
This is understandable His Bedouin parents circumnavigated
the Gobi until he was 9 then made a bee-line for civilization
He knows better than most that normal festers & that the
Puppet Master is in fact one : Robert Zimmerman
A freak gust just tossed my statistics on pedophile priests into
the fountain where they will float amidst the detritus of winter
for all eternity
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Oh hear this Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young man
called Dylan
With a voice like sand and glue
His words of truthful vengeance
They could pin us to the floor
Brought a few more people on
And put the fear in a whole lot more
(David Bowie Song For Bob Dylan)
SPRING 2014
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