Places where you had the true joy.
Or saw it.
Beautiful Neurotic.
There is something to be cherished
in those who are so serious.
On February 11, I will ask the Boatman to send me the bottles of castor oil I brought back from India in 2014.
Unless he already threw them out.
Included in my update, I will mention that I ordered my first full basket of French Fries.
I ate the whole thing.
With ketchup, and even some mayonnaise.
Survived the ordeal
free from both obesity,
and heartburn.
Vincent would be proud of the risk.
Groundhog Day, 2017
Today I might write a letter
To my old Expensive Friend David.
Vincent is subsidized,
but David cost
one hundred and seventy bucks per hour.
He was worth it.
Halifax is
a torturous place
to find friends.
I never got to learn very much about David,
except that he had more than one kid,
and however many children he had,
they all preferred texting
over talking on the phone.
David was generous with his time.
David also seemed to love purple.
Dear David,
I really like purple too.
Really, really, really like it.
Even more than I did in Halifax.
Tips for Surviving Life:
Prozaac, and Underemployment.
The Big Blue Sky is still not up.
My room smells like a stuffy sleepy person.
The duvet failed to get me off this morning.
Where are the buzz kills,
and who.
Dear Married Man,
It has occurred to me
that I might consider
crawling out from under the table
and re-emerging with some of my dignity.
Next time I'm gonna try
Not to knock all the dignity over
in the first place.
This would be such a fabulous Country Music Song.
Another missed calling!
Alas.
You know all about these.
I love you and don't worry about it.
Unrestrained enthusiasm or joy.
Thinking about this again
And all the people at vipassana
who have been observing the breath below their nostrils
and scanning all their body's cells
as the state of the world unravels.
My computer fan
is evoking the sound
of a low-powered chain saw.
All we've got left
for the pure sanctioned joy
is the babies being born.
Even with the blood
And violence
And fecal matter,
we are allowed to be ecstatic.
I used to be too jaded for this.
But now,
the sight
or the softness
of a onesie
fills me with such hope.
I also see a massive revolution
in the small people
trudging passed Café Olimpico
In vibrant snowsuits twice the size of them.
They do not feel burdened like oversized marshmallows.
They smile at the sidewalks
Even though it's cold as balls
And they must remain on leashes.
The End.
Or saw it.
Beautiful Neurotic.
There is something to be cherished
in those who are so serious.
On February 11, I will ask the Boatman to send me the bottles of castor oil I brought back from India in 2014.
Unless he already threw them out.
Included in my update, I will mention that I ordered my first full basket of French Fries.
I ate the whole thing.
With ketchup, and even some mayonnaise.
Survived the ordeal
free from both obesity,
and heartburn.
Vincent would be proud of the risk.
Groundhog Day, 2017
Today I might write a letter
To my old Expensive Friend David.
Vincent is subsidized,
but David cost
one hundred and seventy bucks per hour.
He was worth it.
Halifax is
a torturous place
to find friends.
I never got to learn very much about David,
except that he had more than one kid,
and however many children he had,
they all preferred texting
over talking on the phone.
David was generous with his time.
David also seemed to love purple.
Dear David,
I really like purple too.
Really, really, really like it.
Even more than I did in Halifax.
 |
| I really really really love purple. |
Prozaac, and Underemployment.
The Big Blue Sky is still not up.
My room smells like a stuffy sleepy person.
The duvet failed to get me off this morning.
Where are the buzz kills,
and who.
Dear Married Man,
It has occurred to me
that I might consider
crawling out from under the table
and re-emerging with some of my dignity.
Next time I'm gonna try
Not to knock all the dignity over
in the first place.
This would be such a fabulous Country Music Song.
Another missed calling!
Alas.
You know all about these.
I love you and don't worry about it.
Unrestrained enthusiasm or joy.
Thinking about this again
And all the people at vipassana
who have been observing the breath below their nostrils
and scanning all their body's cells
as the state of the world unravels.
My computer fan
is evoking the sound
of a low-powered chain saw.
All we've got left
for the pure sanctioned joy
is the babies being born.
Even with the blood
And violence
And fecal matter,
we are allowed to be ecstatic.
I used to be too jaded for this.
But now,
the sight
or the softness
of a onesie
fills me with such hope.
I also see a massive revolution
in the small people
trudging passed Café Olimpico
In vibrant snowsuits twice the size of them.
They do not feel burdened like oversized marshmallows.
They smile at the sidewalks
Even though it's cold as balls
And they must remain on leashes.
The End.
 |
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