Saturday, December 02, 2006


It's never enough.
I made a CD of music
called Good Enough
only because I don't believe it.
I say, look into yourself
see what you see.
An empty basket.
It is entirely dark there.
You wonder over and over again,
what am I clawing for? At
what point will my nails
be crammed with enough filth?
I'm reminded of the
growth of my fingernails,
which seems inordinate.
I sometimes say to my wife,
"It's all I can do to keep up
with conventional nail
hygiene." My wife's a trooper.
She's more beautiful now than
she was when we met. When she
laughs, I believe she doesn't
understand me which means
she does.