There was always a nagging feeling that
I never quite fit in. The side glance
not caught. The quip never quoted.
The anecdote never re-told.

If I were a sesame street song .. I'll be..
One of these things that is not like the others
One of these things just doesn't belong

Always the side line, the beeches, the fringe.
Sarcasm developed as a shield,then a weapon,
then a tool.

I grew to love words - beautiful proses, wicked lines,
effusive superfluous phrases, non sequiturs, things left unsaid
- but you know were ...with well-placed blanks

If a picture could say a thousand words
I'll still rather be a writer and
say much more..