Musings on Monday Mornings

Danke Schoen, Darling, Danke Schoen. Thank you for all the joy and pain. Picture shows, second balcony, was the place we'd meet, Second seat, go Dutch treat, you were sweet. Danke Schoen, Darling, Danke Schoen. Save those lies, Darling don't explain. I recall, Central Park in fall. How you tore your dress, what a mess, I confess. That's not all. Danke Schoen, Darling, Danke Schoen. Thank you for walks down Lover's Lane. I can see, hearts carved on a tree. Letters inter-twined, for all time, yours and mine, that was fine. Danke Schoen, Darling, Danke Schoen. Thank you for seeing me again. Though we go on our seperate ways, Still the memory stays, for always, my heart says, Danke Schoen. Danke Schoen, Oh Darling, Danke Schoen. I said, Thank you for seeing me again. Though we go- on our seperate ways, Still the memory stays, for always, my heart says, Danke Schoen. Danke Schoen, Auf Wiedersehn, Danke Schoen

This isn’t about what one may think. Yes, in that way the title is delightfully misleading. It’s got something to do with the larger universe, tucked away under the mattress of your bed. Yes. It’s to do with the power of corners, cervices and conduits that beckon like Haydes to the underworld. Lurking within the periphery of your vision, but never truly visible—the evil that hides in the space between the elevator itself and the floor it is standing on. The abyss of gutter and manhole covers that threatens to swallow up the trinkets in your hand. Yes, dear, this piece is about the inevitability of the Unknown. Scenario 1: Manhole Covers At Home Destitution and poverty has its advantages. Two case; either there is a cover, or there is nothing. Round, solid and heavy, the Manhole Cover at Home has no spaces. No odd grill, design ingenuities or dents. By design or otherwise, this design has logistical advantages. A) Ungrateful, greedy and opportunist citizens (who find anything from schoo...