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There. I KNEW I’d seen a photo from your BeatleMagic Ed Sullivan gig. Hope you don’t mind that I snooped through your FB photos and snatched your Ed Sullivan impersonation pic, Partner. Too fun! Now maybe my “Ed talker” line will make a little more sense to people, eh? ;)
Just a crazy old guy, collecting poems as if they were cats. Stumbling, sometimes mumbling to himself. “Moon, June, bafoon…”, this lyrical loon searches for the right word. The way he plays with nomenclature, they’re all right. Off to his outpost, with a host of other rhyming things, he sings words to a song he had once written, smitten with a lovely. Above him a placard bearing quotations, and random notations; nuggets to ponder. Yonder is a file box, stocked with pages: rants and rages, laments and upstages. A poetic pariah, lost in a world in which every street leads to the center of his worded thunder. It’s no wonder others of his ilk seek distance, with some resistance to be sure. Purely speaking, they are seeking his persistence and reticence. He pens in perfect solitude, an attitude he’s acquired to be all he’s desired; full throttle ahead. Damn the torpedoes. Across the lake he takes his stand. Just a crazy old guy.