The Wrong Questions

What do I know? What don’t I know…where will I go today?
I have traveled this road before…today is today is today.

Little spikes in the chart show I am alive
And what does it get me, what should I find?

To another dog carrying his leash
A day of ease for him, at least.

Theodore Roethke in the wind
That easy equation : he makes animal skin.

Sigh to sight breaks in
How can you write poetry? - Any way I can?

"I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils,"
The dark outline of stencils,
Equivocation in sentences
In recorded messages.

Peter, for some reason I recall Bill Cosby's album "Why is there air?" Are there any wrong questions?


Les

What?...only wrong answers?
or every question contains within its curve its own answer, so why not wrong questions?
How wrong can a question be? does it lead you down the wrong alleyway, to a dead end? How many Americans does it take to open a jar of toothpaste?
Questions.