When I first thought that my musings might be good fodder for a column, if nothing else than to serve as a public forum for my self-obsession, I immediately began worrying that people would think I was trying to emulate the very successful Candace Bushnell and her "Sex & The City" legacy, or at least …
Come sit with me, in valleys
of my shoulder blades,
whistle something in my ear
No PC art could rescue her;
this thinness where thick plump belongs.
Who wrote "Breakfast at Tiffany's"? Nowadays, you could be a millionaire if you know this answer. The recent surge in the popularity of game shows has me baffled.
In a beauty shop called Perfect Look
your blindness sits upon a couch.
"Any man of sense would remember that the eyes are doubly confused from two different causes, both in passing from light to darkness and from darkness to light; and believing that the same things happen with regard to the soul also, whenever he sees a soul confused and unable to discern anything he would not …
I promised you, I know, I know
I'd wash a gravel pile of clothes
It's half-past two,
sunny as a shiny penny
rubbing pockets of the world.