letters to the blindmen - 1994
dear bob
dear bob did the devil ring your doorbell last night we have all been expecting him to pay you a visit i found a jar of marbles with your name on it i let the cat bat one of the glass beads around i hope you're not offended it is just that someone has to have fun while you bleed to death murray calls now and again asks about you in passing then we talk about the weather distant wars lost buttons potluck dinners and plywood there is not much to life these days but it is now the special hour i'm out of the house the chatter of strangers is all around me this is my treat but i must admit i'm bored to the bone i come to this place to be around people who get me down i only stay ten minutes but somehow it must be worthwhile because there i am again the next day and the next and the coffee they pour me is too bitter too black but i give them a smile all the same there must be some satisfaction to be found in the universe it will be a miracle if i find it but i'll let you know if i find it i will let you know
Posted on décembre 15, 2001 11:32 AM