Sunday, May 08, 2005
Natal Felicitations - from and to the birthday boy
as those of you who are paying entirely too much attention may have realized, I had a birthday recently. the day itself was not a very pleasant one but the overall birthday process has been much better, tyvm - low-key, comforting, and in a strange way, in spite of the difficulties at the time, an affirmation of what is good about being alive. thank you sincerely to every one of you who tossed a good thought my way for my birthday - were it a card, a giftie or just a moment of rememberance and a silent smile at your computer desk, they were all appreciated.
to continue my tradition of writing poems for my birthday, here’s the latest installment. if you are mapping any trends here, I’d appreciate a heads-up. I’m sure it’s symptomatic of something but I just don’t know what, or if it’s getting worse. all I know for sure is it’s getting more complicated in terms of rhyme scheme, but that’s probably just a reaction to the antibiotics. it’ll go away in a few weeks, if I don’t eat too many radishes.
30-11 years gone by
and here I stand undaunted
catching fungoes on the fly
I’ve got it so I’ll flaunt it
now play a half-court game with life
that’s carved in two without a knife
divvy up the joy and strife
for 30-11 years all rife
with vinegar and wine.
30-11 years ago
they clipped my twisted cord
I tried to take it nice and slow
and let the hours hoard
but time is naught but relative
it passes through me like a sieve
and marks the part of death I live
these 30-11 years they give
me drying on the vine.
30-11 years to go
or more if I am lucky
mapping out both high and low
from galilee to truckee
with all that’s on my plate today
a wiser man might kneel and pray
I think that I’d prefer to play
if there’s 30-11 left, I’d say
the rest are mine, all mine.
and many happy returns. with a few cheerful exchanges, and a gift certificate redemption that can’t stop giggling, too. and a deep, personal thank you for skipping the spanking machine this year. I’m still finding bits of leather in my shorts from last year. but that was probably my fault.
lesson learned: do not taunt spankmachine.
okeydoke. till tomorrow, then.
