my wife called me to the phone.
"it's Bono calling from Ireland," she said.
I picked up the receiver.
"hey, Sonny, you still with Cher?"
we didn't talk long
I don't know if this is true to
you but for me
sometimes it gets so bad
that anything else
looking at a bird on an overhead
seems as great as a Beethoven symphony.
then you forget it and you're back
why is it that the pick up truck
carrying the refrigerator
on the freeway
is always going between
80 and 90 m.p.h.?
All there is
this then, that then, and
that then, this then, and
again and again:
this and that.