In his Zen poetry collection "After Ikkyu," Jim Harrison says:
was writing a poem about paying attention and microwaved a hot dog so
hot it burned a beet-red hole in the roof of my mouth."
As for myself, I
was trimming my goatee this morning to show how together I was and I
forgot to put the length-guard over the blades and mowed down a swath of
whiskers so wide I had to shave the whole thing off.
Back to the sitting mat.