Soon The Ten Hour Bus Ride

I am writing from a foreign country. I am not sure why I write here or what it is that I should write. Blogger is not allowing me to edit this post, it seems to be stuck in html. As I type, Michele Bachmann is being interviewed on a Sunday morning show. I have never seen or heard her before, she comes across as awkward. She pauses long before answering questions and there seems to be continuous miscommunication between her and the interviewer.

We arrived in Quebec City on Thursday night and went bowling shortly thereafter. There was a limited number of lanes so staff sat it out. I asked a colleague to give me a topic and that I'd write a poem on whatever word he offered. His word was "mirrors." I will include the poem below.

As always, I wish everyone reading this well (and everyone not reading it too). Soon the ten hour bus ride will begin. Last night on the bus I did a full stand up show. Today I think the focus will be elsewhere. I expect a good amount of resting all around. For myself I hope to get some work done. Also I plan to keep plowing along in Holy Beggars, a well written, personal, touching tale.

Kemayim Panim El Panim

How often must you look at me?
What is it you expect to see?
I cannot take you very far
From whoever it is that you are

There is only G-d and only you
There is only so much I can do
Beauty is vain and charm is a lie
Desires can never be satisfied

Even as I sit affixed to your wall
There is nothing real about me at all
Beware: I present the reverse of what’s true
The image I display is not you