Unanswered at a Glance...................

I touched you once too often
Now I don't know who I am
My fingerprints were missing
When I wiped away the jam
Yes I called my fingerprints all night
But they don't seem to care
The last time that I saw them
They were leafing through your hair

Fingerprints, fingerprints
Where are you now my fingerprints?

Yeah I thought I'd leave this morning
So I emptied out your drawer
A hundred thousand fingerprints
They floated to the floor

You know you hardly stopped to pick them up
You don't care what you lose
Ah you don't even seem to know
Whose fingerprints are whose

Fingerprints, fingerprints
Where are you now my fingerprints?

And now you want to marry me
You want to take me down the aisle
You want to throw confetti fingerprints
You know that's not my style

O sure I'd like to marry you
But I can't face the dawn
With any girl who knew me
When my fingerprints were on

Fingerprints, fingerprints
Where are you now my fingerprints?

Fingerprints, oh fingerprints
Where are you now my fingerprints?
l. cohen

The swirls and whorls,
Of different worlds
The things that are still us,
The ID tags and body bags
And voices that cry "Hush"

Do not reveal your inner self,
Do not let others know
That underneath that pale dark skin
There's still a wisp of snow.

great stuff here

Unanswered at a glance,
perchance a shot at
pregnant pause,
a time to ponder clause
and effect.

Reflect, be well,
accept the swell,
and bask in it's
gentle, violent shell.

I shot an arrow into the air,
But that's neither here nor there ...

Good morning all. Hey, that turned out to be fun.

Thanks, stuh.
Love that song, dys.
Cav, you are one amazing chef.
edgar, er..........

Ahh, so don't quit my day job, eh? Kidding of course. I wish you well with this new trouble down there in Florida.

Nope, Cav. I didn't mean that at all. I loved your poem and realized that it was a tribute to the becalm of naturality, thank God.

We used to have a singing waiter in a place that we ate. The next affair that you cater, you should leave a little verse at each table, or on the buffet. Hey, that's not a bad idea. Fortune cookies of another kind, ala the chef.

Letty, I completely understood, but the imp that I am, I couldn't resist a joke.

Please remain an imp forever,
Even through the surly weather.

Nothing like the master's touch,
To cheer a sodden Letty up.

Thank you Letty.

Cav, where in the world are all the folks from Toronto?

Haven't seen Wenchy, JoeBlow, BoGo,
Just ehBeth and you and a single red shoe.

Your suite is complete and so please don't delete,
A word of it.

Heh heh, I don't really know
where the T.O. folks go

Bo does frequently disappear for a while, as a freelancer. Wenchy sticks mainly to the Medical and Sports forums, especially if the sport is equestrian, and let's face it, there hasn't been much action there, plus, she's a busy person. JowBlow, I dunno. Just when I was getting to know her too...maybe red shoe has some insight.

Thanks, Cav. So many folks have vanished and it's nice to know if they are all right. I'm always yelling about:

Proxy--Proxy--let's all get a Proxy.
And I don't have one with any moxy.

Poor way to make this fit the original writing....