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When I'm not sure how things are going, remember

When I'm not sure how things are going, remember
that I can drink clean water, eat good food, make love to my wife, play with my kid,
walk outside, sit in a café, read, play games, write, laugh with friends, waste time on
little indulgences, call family, draw, paint, play or listen to music, create, start projects,
go for a run, plan a trip, buy something, shop, get a haircut or a massage, improve my
self, dream, risk, help others, be a positive influence, contribute, give, cook a good meal
or go out to eat, be alone or with others, exercise, take a drive, write an email or
letter, talk to people, meditate, breathe, explore, research, think, invest, relax, be quiet, be
noisy, teach, inspire, react, express

myself, sing, guide, climb, try, network, seek counsel, observe, admire, be ridiculous,
smell, taste, touch, hear, see
things, accomplish,
meander, move forward, celebrate, feel, question, rest, sleep

early, wake early, or the opposite,
shower or bathe, swim or swing, jump or roll,
dance,
hug someone, dig deep, hone skills, revisit, learn, smile, make others
smile,

remember, forgive,

and be grateful

any old time I want.
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How to

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How to


at age thirty-seven
i now know people in

Law
Medecine
Finance
Dentistry
Trade
Engineering
Tenure-Track Education
Science
Pharmaceuticals
Unionized Labour
Business
Sales
and Service

and whenever i tell them i am a freelance

actor
writer
director
teacher
screenwriter
playwright
consultant
artist

They always ask the same thing:
Do you make Money doing that?

then i walk in the rain
on a Monday mid-morning
and i close the pub on a Tuesday night
and on Friday and Saturday
when everyone’s out and about
i stay home in my
little apartment
and i write





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six ways from Sunday

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we speak at six then kiss then dinner
six sushi we order
we’ll roll like maki tonight
with “red beetle” white (acceptably light)
your blush at the falling from your mouth
enfer loup de mer

paradis lips i see
sky your eyes now
falling too alling too
you take a photograph the little asian girl
i’m no photographer i say
but at six tomorrow we know so we go.

we left and walked slowly
you liked the place and i your face
(started me smoking again) reaching my place we climbed
slowly slowly
got my laundry
in my room with you kissed you

six times we moved
there was yes opening
six with quiet paper thin walls
six with near and distant dangers
six with cats (verfrem and gordo
le beau)
six with knowing six with moving

night fell your eyes
my new blue skies
i showed you the book
Le Six Décembre
was right with klimt but missed on chopin
i sang you the words of a drowning song
yesterday the sky was you

my yesterday’s coming ’round
your natural hair your velvet black coat
your naked man and woman pin
your eyes coming ’round
i take your picture
my mind a photographer

your lack of culture
fuck you i’m french
i was born with it
you said
my my
my yesterday’s

my yesterday’s
my yesterday’s coming
my yesterday’s coming ’round
my yesterday’s coming round today
mmm mmmmmm
shhhhhh you said.

we woke sometime
after six
there were
croissants and tea
and sacrilege from milk only
white fur on your blacks
taxi.

And slowly we walk down
slowly slowly
stepping down into a skyless sea
and six times we moved
and six times we loved
and six ways from Sunday

you me
you me
you me
you me
you me
you. me.


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