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
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