Color your lights in he says to me and it is not as if but maybe yes it is as if but not as if. The skin all around us breaks our falls. I cannot grasp this at all. But I do know this.
I know this.
When you speak directly to the heart of a truly insurmountain of a man, his immediate response never quite agrees.
It is not so easy to hit both “this sounds like” and “nothiing else before or since.” You can sing songs about Geddy Le and IKEA and wink wink your way into the hearts of hundreds. There are the songs that are a time for you and sometimes they are the song that told you as a kid to cut your hair and there is the one that told you as an older kid that sure, go ahead and steal that album. On band cannot brighten every corner and one man cannot lighten every hoarder, the singer might sing. Spiral stairs where you lease expect them. Everywhere, everywhere, there and there.
I wonder if John Tesh has the NBA on NBC music (that he wrote) as his ringtone. I wonder (and hope) that NBC regrets not keeping the NBA contract. I wonder if anyone else misses Marv and Mike Fratello calling all the important games (I guess they are on TNT now? I don’t have cable). I wonder if there are many prose poems being written by people who want to finish up so they can watch the Bulls game. I wonder how many poetry fans know what it’s like to type something while your basset hound is incessantly whining. I wonder if the sound of typing will ever be something that we look back on and say, hey, I remember when you had to type in order to write.
If you decide that you are going to an all weekend comedy festival, remember to wear shoes, carry your phone in your belt loops, and breathe. These things are so important to maximum enjoyment.
