Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Watching Snow Slide From Rooftops

Dreaming of spring.
Lying to myself.
I am not really going to exercise.
I am not really going to look like
a Greek God,
come summer.
Not unless they named Diogenes a god.
The god of wine, sloth and cynicism.
My kind of guy.
I have been told that postmodernism is lame.
And to hell with the surreal.
So I am left with being a cynic.
Like they want me to be unhappy.
Like I shouldn't look beyond the state of things.
Like everything is shit,
like it ain't ever gonna get better...
or worse.
I say bollocks.
Hug your kids,
kiss your partner,
thumb your nose at it all.
But remember to keep a shovel close.
Thud!

13 comments:

  1. This poem makes me feel funny ... like I want to grab a bottle of Jack Daniels and drink myself into oblivion whilst listening to early Pink Floyd. The lunatic is in the hall ...

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  2. So that means you like it... right?

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  3. Love it. You're a modern-day Ezra Pound/William Blake!

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  4. Aw, shit, thanks. I have notebooks filled with the stuff. I am still debating whether or not to post some more of it. The NAD does need content, so who knows?

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  5. I've been remiss lately too, haven't even updated the Den in a while. It's the mid-winter blues, I think.

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  6. Plus, Twitter has been deader than Keith Richards' Liver. Sad that Croisan left ...

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  7. Oh man, if we are only half way through winter, it's worse than I thought. My spirits pick up in March, no matter the weather. We are almost there. There is hope.

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  8. There is always hope. Come on, March! Whoot!

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  9. Sad indeed about Croisan, he was one of the good guys. And Twitter, yep, a definite lull. I find that I more actively Tweet with my local buddies, than I do my old gang of International pals, which is sad as well.

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  10. I suppose mid-winter would fall in late early January, but it always feels more 'mid' in February.

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  11. You call it a lull, but I'm more pessimistic; I think it's dying a slow death, at least for me. I guess that summer of 2009 really spoiled me. Those were some fun and intense times ...

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  12. As for your poetry, definitely post more!

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  13. Ya, I don't know, I am pretty loyal, and pessimism gets a fella nowhere.

    As for the poetry, I dunno, it's all pretty much the same after awhile. Little more than me emoting, but doing so with loser grammar constructs. That, and because my poetry is very spontaneous, a lot of it is also very personal. It's hard exposing one's warts, no matter how many people are reading.

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