Re: this is the only line in this poem.
Win Boogie (WinBoogie@aol.com)
Wed, 13 May 1998 22:30:23 -0400 (EDT)
In a message dated 98-05-13 17:41:59 EDT, you write:
<<
i saw a girl today. i kept looking over at her
because it was making me happy. BECAUSE she reminded
me of someone else. i knew very well she wasn't the
person she was reminding me of. but it made it easier
to think of the person if i had someone who sorta
looked a little like her to look at.
sometimes i worry about the amount of tenderness i
can feel for people i don't even know. that kindof
stuff happens all the time. getting sad when somebody
i don't even know leaves. >>
I recently met a girl who works in a cafe, and I'm sure there's something
that I'm going to learn from her that is going to blow my socks off. I have no
idea what it is, but I'm waiting for the moment of satori. In the interim, I
have been asking her a series of mundane questions, and just watching her. I'm
hoping that whatever it is that is going to reveal itself to me reveals itself
soon, because it's really maddening. She reminds me of a good many people I've
known, I'm just not sure which ones and in what ways. I am showing a lot of
tenderness to this person who I don't really have any actual feelings for. I
guess I can relate to what is being said here.
On another note; I recently decided that a Utopian existence for me would
consist of moving from cafe to cafe with different people for conversationsal
partners at two to three hour intervals. If any Bananafishers out there are
passing through Boston and would be interested in a pleasant cup of coffee,
get in touch. I always have some sort of goal for the summer, and this seems
like it will be mine for this year. Your assistance would be appreciated. Okay
then.
Robert
WinBoogie@aol.com