No, no, no, El Polvo. I took no offense. I love the poetry corner and didn't want to muck it up with anything close to politics. I do realize I threw a stone at ol' Cat, the first stone, so to speak.
I love your spirit, dustman. It comes through very clearly.
Here are some words, more along the lines of what I was thinking. Maybe they explain why I was kinda mad at ol' Cat, not knowing just where he stood when he got on that plane and was pulled off:
"You're Missing" BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall
Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing
Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair
Papers on the doorstep, you're not there
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing
Pictures on the nightstand, TV's on in the den
Your house is waiting, your house is waiting
For you to walk in, for you to walk in
But you're missing, you're missing
You're missing when I shut out the lights
You're missing when I close my eyes
You're missing when I see the sun rise
You're missing
Children are asking if it's alright
Will you be in our arms tonight?
Morning is morning, the evening falls I have
Too much room in my bed, too many phone calls
How's everything, everything?
Everything, everything
You're missing, you're missing
God's drifting in heaven, devil's in the mailbox
I got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops
[Thanks to loftis@ufl.edu for these lyrics]
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