beckett said to no one in particular, strikes me as
odd: but then he was odd
anyone who would allow
his characters to wait so
long for an imaginary man
would cause us pause: as i
sit here i wonder how many
i have imagined – yes, it
all comes down to the very
strike of the match before
the cigarette is lit but then
it is remembered i do not
smoke, not anymore, not since
my army days when there
before me stood the tallest
of those imagined: or was
he real i cannot recall - all
i know is that for every
match – i lost a cigarette
so i stopped smoking it
was easier: I plan to trade
my photon in: it is easier
than waiting for that infernal green light
