*image by Ben Harubin

 

In The City,
Don’t look back unless you are GOING back.

Can one somehow force words into meaning what the speaker wishes them to mean,
or must one discover the words proper for His intentions?

 

(Rhetorical reminder: When I say “words” I, of course, do not mean words themselves,
but that which the words merely represent. Right?)

I heard this one City “blues singer” who just took such matters to their needed limits
when he sang, “And sometimes I even still think of ME.”

Hey, you can forget all about a “new fall season”--
in the city its ALL re-runs.

A Real Revolutionist sometimes waits until the “last minute”
in hopes that it really is.