"I am large. I contain multitudes." - Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

Wednesday, June 27, 2007


.. I truly feel the need to just be silly!

Come, be silly with me! Let's throw caution and self-consciousness and caring what people think out the window and laugh till we're tearing, or snorting or both!

(Photo credit: Shoeless Johnny)


benjiedlp said...

"be silly with me"


that's just the rub. I am not with you physically.

I am here. you are there. I can try to be silly here but no one would get it.

Mayang said...

I too wish you were only around the corner and I could just pop by.

Maybe some day Zippy. We can stay in the same old folks home or something. Then we can sit in park benches and belch and fart all we want.


benjiedlp said...

Old Friends/Bookends
by Paul Simon (1968)

Old Friends
Old Friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
Newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friends

Old Friends
Winter companions the old men
Lost in their overcoats
Waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settle like dust
On the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be seventy...

Old Friends
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear

A time it was
It was a time
A time of innocence
A time of confidences

Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you

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