a man with a dog
sits on a wall
in a tubular tunnel of steel
he comes and goes
with a large brown sack
ambling here and there
bearded and tanned
his clothes match his skin
earthen from head to toe
lighting a smoke
he turns up his boombox
filling the tunnel with echoes
riding by on my bike
I glance at him
and he smiles
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computer work is bad for the eyes
yesterday I had a bout of seeing double
today is grey November and winter is coming
we wait for the owls
I wish I had a plot for a novel
that nobody will ever read
I get emails from a guy who says
he knows the secrets to launch books on Kindle
that’s almost funny
me and twelve million others all trying to get attention
but maybe they don’t know these secrets
what if I learn them – cheap at five hundred
well, we know who has one secret
it’s easier to get rich telling others the secret of getting rich
than using the secrets yourself
so logical
if you hope for a miracle
a lottery ticket is cheap
I don’t mind wasting three bucks
on a hopeless cause
they say fear of success is common
perhaps that’s so
I wish I knew
yet I know this
success takes work and I’m done
fame and money yes, but work no
just give me the prize
and keep the success
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The CBC has an article today about dogs and dog owners. Down near the bottom I came across this quote from famous Canadian author, Yann Martel.
“Stories are only useful for us. Animals don’t have stories,” said Martel, pointing out, for example, that telling the story of a slug from the slug’s point of view serves no purpose for that creature. “And it’ll be quite dull for us, because a slug has a very limited intellect.”
Well, I have this to say to Mr. Martel – you should read my book Sluggo the Smug Slug. Perhaps then you wouldn’t be so smug about your own opinion!
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