THE AUTHORITY

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You are wrong she said. I am an authority.

No, No, No. I insisted that this historical bit of architecture had been moved to its present location.

She averred that the house had been built on that site.
I am an authority.

I knew that she was
(The Authority)

And I knew that I was right.

(You are soooo mistaken.)

I am an authority.

(She is The Authority; Am I in early dementia?)

I sat and I thought. I remembered the events from years past that had created my belief.

I scanned the jelly in my skull, perusing the hundreds of essays I have written over the years about the folly of rushing to conclusions, the dangers of not examining evidence, the importance of objectivity, the foolishness of rushing to rationalize those alluring leaps to the leering looniness masquerading as lucidity.

I discovered two erroneous assumptions. I was wrong. Not about the conclusion; that was a mistake. I was wrong because I strayed from my path. I was wrong because I had held my belief in higher esteem than a Sister of the Path.

I filled out the one remaining form.

“You are right”.

I know.

Later I shared the story with a friend.

You silly man. As a student in my teens I saw that ugly house with its trashy tenants every morning on my way to school.

You can be such a fool.

You silly man.

By Lee Broom.

ONE OF THOSE DAYS

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ONE OF THOSE DAYS
The cock o the walk and the sucker thereof
Made suckers of all
(began with the gov?)
Began with the fools
(they only had rules)
Forgot how to think…
And here’s how it all went down
The cock o the walk and the clown…
Baba dooby-dooby doo wow…
Baba dooby-dooby doo now…
Baba dooby-don’tcha know what…
Dooby doo ya better know how…
Kapow…
Kapow…
Kapow!!!

STORED AS NAUGHT FOR ETERNITY

MUD PIES MAKE MY DAY

STORED AS NAUGHT FOR ETERNITY
Everything from When to Where
Everything seeking safety,
Moving along at top-top speed
Speed up please-Move faster
Moving along to the very next  thing.
Everything with a song to sing.
Every dong resounding a ding.
FASTER – FASTER – FASTER.
Our greatest gift Motivates us all,
Terror it is –  Terror ’tis called
Move aside please; your engine stalled
See what you started Master?
Everything from When to Where
Each of us seeking safety,
Stored forever – Eternity,
BANG removed from  memory.
We must avoid disaster.
Echoing  Reality
Stored as Naught for Eternity
What is that I see up there
High above the rafters?
Excuse me please –  I can’ t quite see

What oh what am I after?

 

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Lee Broom