IN FONDEST MEMORIES OF OUR DEAR FRIEND KENPOTEP
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What I remember of Ken
Kenpo was always such a flirt, a joke teller and a fantastic storyteller. To make hookah smoking more enjoyable, he used to tell us stories and quote poetry. He liked the epic war ones. He also encouraged us to participate, and I remember the poem I picked for the occasion. Now everytime I read it I think of him.
My Catfish friend
If I were to live my life in catfish form,
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers, at the bottom of a pond.
And you were to come by one evening, when the moon was shining,
down into my dark home, and stand there at the edge,
of my affection and think, "It's beautiful here by this pond.
I wish somebody loved me."I'd love you and be your
catfish friend and drive such lonely thoughts from your mind.
And suddenly you would be at peace,and ask yourself,
"I wonder if there are any catfish in this pond?
It seems like a perfect place for them."
-Richard Brautigan
