Donald Berger
Tom Madigan
Tom Madigan
I wonder where Tom Madigan went.
I don't know why he isn't here.
I wonder where he is, and why he hasn't shown.
I'm not sure where he went off to.
It isn't clear where Tom Madigan is.
There isn't any way to know why Tom is gone.
Why is Tom absent?
I don't know where he is, or how.
I would hope he'd be here.
There is a question of why he hasn't come.
Nobody knows if he'll come around again.
There is doubt over his location.
There's an uncertainty about Tom Madigan's condition.
I have said and continue to say he's off.
To think about his whereabouts is an uncertainty.
No small wonder that his chair is empty.
I have no idea where he's situated.
He is elsewhere, strangely enough.
He isn't here.
Tom Madigan befuddles me with his absence.
He confuses me through a suggested presence.
I can't guess as to his specific place.
I'm confused at his choice of locales.
There is the mystery of Madigan's place.
What is Mr. Madigan's place in the world?
Where has he chosen to be today?
I go around imagining his decision to not not to.
Wherever he might be, it's news to me.
The vacuum he has created carries a shrug.
There could be many reasons why he's out.
As to his motive for not showing, your guess is as good as mine.
Will I ever know where exactly he is?
Why isn't he part of what we had planned?
The funny thing that Tom has elected to punt.
His desire to absent himself inspires a boggy ground.
It's odd not to have arrived if you're Tom Madigan.
Tom Madigan has led us to a shrug party on account of his non-act.
A shoulder of questions rises out of the territory that was Tom.
Tom's place isn't here, and it stumps me.
If Tom were here, I wouldn't be as feathered.
I would be a stronger horse if Madigan's fate were more on the rise.
Obviously, my perception of his chosen distance isn't a regulator.
At the mention of this person's name, Tom, herds of my neurotransmitters run for cover.
It says here that he is gone, for now, for a day, for a decade--you tell me.