My Job ... I Do Nothing, It

Maybe This Is Not A Come-down-from-the-ledge Story. But I Tell It With The Thought That The Woman On The Ledge Will Ask Herself A Question, The Question That Occurred To That Man In Bogota. He Wondered How We Know That What Happens To Us Isn't Good?

I Would Like To Go For A Ride With You, Have You Take Me To Stand Before A River In The Dark Where Hundreds Of Lightning Bugs Blink This Code In Sequence: Right Here, Nowhere Else! Right Now, Never Again!

We Can Only Die In The Future, I Thought; Right Now We Are Always Alive.

My Job ... I Do Nothing, It Pays Nothing, But - You Guessed It - It's Better Than Nothing.

Since His Mother Died I Have Seen Him Steam A Cucumber Thinking It Was Zucchini. That's The Kind Of Thing That Turns My Heart Right Over.