"They way the old dog walked, down nobody's alley, being nobody's dog. ---Charles Bukowski ---
So he takes out his keyboards
and fires up his router
and prepares to tell his story.
One more time. This time
he will tell it right —
tell them all about the three stolen poems
and the broken pen
and how they laughed and called his tears crazy.
This time will be different!
He says to himself,
the poor misguided fool contemplating
his mental exclamation marks!
A bar and a dot. Everything that had led life to this point.
But this time he will tell his story different.
Stories. They are all the same.
It’s the people in the audience
who make the difference.
So he prepares one more time,
dusting his keyboard and
cleaning his router.