Portrait Of The Artist As An Old Man

Maybe I’ll just lie here and look pretty

start some music as the chainsaws start

outside fitting bookends to my experience 

at this time of change don’t we all feel it…

moving along…

…can’t say moving forward yet because 

everything is so NOW in medias res/ in

the middle of things/reality is starting to

look different and that will only increase.

It’s interesting I wonder if I’ll be around

to see it you could die 

walking your doggie.

Meanwhile, there’s beauty in the now.

There never was anything else.