in stepped a giant of a man, (in his own mind),

which was where he lived most of the time.
i knew his kind, i'd met him before--
full of shit & ready to spread it.

i introduced myself, he knew me; sauntered in

i said, "what's on your mind?" like i really
meant it. i couldn't care less what the hell
his name was--just another fool to me. but,
they pay me to listen, and i don't.

he began, (my mind drifted)"blah, blah, blah", i nod,

wondering what the hell is this cat talking about?
Wittgenstein came to mind--if i agree this fool will
just keep talking and if i disagree, this fool will
keep talking. so, i just gave him a close-eyed nod,
knowing, the Wittgenstein-ian way would be "just
shut-up and [maybe] the will go away."

i looked up from my 3 second nap and he was still there--

in my face and on about the four billionth "blah"
and i smiled. it hadn't helped, he was still there.
the world--according to this fool, and i was having
to listen. "Wittgenstein!"--i silently screamed,
"why have you forsaken me and left this blathering
fool in my face?" rethorically, of course. i knew
Sartre and Wittgenstein were battling it out in
in the far-below Nethers, couldn't bother them.

looked up at the clock and the second hand had even got

tired of this fool and his transient ideas--transient
because his ideas didn't come that often so they
damn-sure didn't stay long. but, when he started
going, i followed silently singing, in staccato,
the Stones'"Hey you, Get off my cloud!"

but, the Stones, Wittgenstein, nor Sartre[who just

considers Hell to be other people]--hadn't met this
fool. so, i was on my own, limp compass--my guide.
then, a star's lifetime later, "well, Doc, thanks
for listening." and sauntered out the door.

i stepped out of my office and with a smile as big
as a rainbow, i lovingly beckoned, "Next, please."

04/01/2005

Posted on 04/01/2005
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