Pollyanna Cracker? New Year Poem (a little early, but who’s counting?)

Prelude

New year, new book to put scribbles down on.

Why not? 

Carpe diem…I might not feel this good again.

Body

Senility is a horrible fate, hard for the person

and the families.

As I was saying, something happens as you age…

what was it again?

Sambogy man’s goo?

Sometimes I forget to shave, and then,

I forget to shave again….my inconsistency 

is consistent.

You shouldn’t mind repetition.

You shouldn’t mind repetition.

It’s how we learn, if we don’t get 

it right the first time.

Besides, who’s counting?

Beauty, ugly, we all want to be surrounded 

by flowers, which usually only happens

when we’re dead…

be careful what you wish for.

“To try to be happy is to try to build 

a machine whose sole specification 

is that it shall operate noiselessly.”

Robert Oppenheimer…so you see

it’s not just me.

The paintings of Francis Bacon 

Chaime Soutine

(“The morning mist dissolves into the canopy

before the first bird calls.

We are the brief shadow of a cloud

passing over an open field.”  Gemini A. I.)

Shocking to look at, shock you awake,

polymer want a cracker?

Shall we dance?

I want to get into your head, 

shake you awake,

as was previously said, (repetition)

If you can read this before your dead,

you’re too damned close.

(“The ink is still wet on the warning…

back away ‘til the letters turn to smoke.”

Gemini A. I.)

Hard to describe in words what you see

with your eyes.

Blood and guts just aren’t the same.

It’s a new year we live in, a new world.

The only question is are we brave?

Coda

(“The sun returns to the same horizon 

to open up the day.

The river carves the stone

by saying the same thing twice.” Gemini)

I’m not afraid.

By nothing to lose I’ve gained a lot,

not so’s you’d know, but, as I said,

who’s counting?