I knew better until I did not.
Had been better until I had not.
Suppose the surreptitious pied piper understood
What poor Nero could not.
Resigned to prance and pit- fiddle in sway.
That is to say, how to play by ear.
I should have said nothing…
“I don’t like the bottle.”
“How anomalous, if not redundant.”
A flash, to be sure. Seared catfish.
Ravenous eyes wreathe.
It would appear none more so than my own.
“Then, that means…”
“But that’s not…”
“Of that you are certain?”
‘Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day
Teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime’
“What’s the catch?”
‘Build a man a fire, and he’ll be warm for a day.
Set a man on fire, and he’ll be warm for the rest of his life.’
Severity by tea light. Correspondent capitulation.
What to do then with a troika of fishes.
I should have said nothing.