A Good Day

That’s it…that’s the poem….what? OK.

I made it to town and back without much trauma.

I did my meditation practice.

I’m getting stoned.

I’m naked, but not so the neighbors can see.

Perhaps I’ve said too much already.

Seventy seven years old…

I lost a lot of weight last year.

Sometimes I wish I was dead.

When I was young, sometimes I wished I was dead.

Thoughts come and go.

Right now, I wish I was writing something good.

Maybe I should have quit all the way back.

But I never quit so why start now?

Just wait, it’s building to an astonishing conclusion.

I’ll be as surprised as you will.

I just wonder if the Homosap will get out of the mess

he’s in….you know….the mess.

I would be as surprised as you would.

I didn’t say it was a great day.