With all that is happening on our national scene and our global scenes, we all need something that will settle the dyspepsia. It seems I have run out of tonic water and cola so a good stiff drink of something we should find, with hot tea, of course.
I was again reminded that heavy thought like continued heavy dinner fare soon brings on cardiac problems to the neophyte. Those in my peer group have time given in survival techniques using some long tested straight shots of oblivion.
I scribed the following in 2016 and the requests have been heartwarming. Even the Sages took issue with my discipline of ‘serious business’ as you see with the poem’s tone. But are we not again in the midst of serious business and needing a touch of levity?
And this soul of no fun at all. . . had to laugh.
Around The Bend. . .
I was told you have stretched
your boundaries as far as you can and the rest
will require another world.
You work too hard at this, he said.
Break the pattern, because you do not need
more information to underscore what you already know.
What good to understand worm holes and
black holes, white holes and time warps.
You work with them every night when
you flutter in and out of worlds, and
know your way around the bends of light.
You don’t need anything more.
You need a good stiff drink of more than cola.
Love, take a bender. You need rye, straight.
I say, around the bend
there will be a hand;
someone to pull me up. . .
around the bend will be a someone
to pull me up. . . . .I know.