Something New

I wake up at a different time and place each breaking morning And set a new path on this earth that beggars all forewarning One day I’ll try my hand at walking backward down the street While wearing something lissome yet distinctly indiscreet Then possibly I’ll pass some time with Nitze-by-the-sea Considering the ocean’s purpose nihilistically And if there’s time I’ll blow my mind with something by the bard For Bill’s a bloke who still can smoke the glibbest avant-garde And then I think the time may come to speak of many things Like why we hear of mannequins but never mannekings There’s lots of things I’ve never done, take suicide for instance There’s naught to do that’s really new when all is nonexistence Thus every day that I’m around I try for something special No line-of-sight approach for me, my life’s been more tangential So if it’s something new you seek, well that’s just not my game If all my days are different, well then … every day’s the same October 24, 2018