Absurd Silliness

Seven layers of fodder litter my desk some of it golden but mostly just mess A flashlight - should darkness suddenly fall as I sleep at the switch in case you don’t call Three AA batteries when I really need four to fire up the vacuum and suck up the gore Two pretty flat rocks I can’t bear to discard I may chew them tonight should I find myself charred There’s a wee house from Ireland my friend sent from afar a condolence for leaving . . . my front door ajar An adding machine to calculate my losses the numbers fly backwards, like aging, but reverses A roll of paper towels, a bottle of Windexes as I tinker and fiddle and deny and digresses I came in this room to clean up my messes from 2005 I hope to start freshes Here’s a blast from the past, a flash in the pan a pig in a poke, a tickle and a smoke It’s so worth the effort and a waste of my time to blow up the past and change up the rhyme so tell me you love me and I could care if it’s true cuz ‘06 is here in its wiliness right on cue It better be damned good, 'cause last year sucked the big one . . . in days of auld lang syne