Friday, April 23, 2010
Natal Recognition Day: Poetic Version
you know what time it is… it’s been a year since my last birthday poem, so it stands to reason that it’s time for another one. and far be it from me to stand in the way of standing to reason, so I warmly invite you to look back into the archives around April 25 for the last seven years, get a crawful, and then sit back and be amazed that I have so enormously outdone myself this time:
Lordy, lordy, six-and-forty
I’m chock-full of used-up years
Too matured to be inured
to my reviving childhood fears
Long life’s lessons keep on messin’
With my equanimity
Can’t pretend I see the end
Can’t tell what will become of me
Perhaps it’s time to craft a rhyme
Of detente and conciliation
Get the flow back in my mojo
Repossess me some tarnation
Has the darkness lost its starkness?
Have I learned to tame the dogs?
Don’t I take the cosmic cupcake?
Have I not dispersed the fogs?
Lift my fate and separate
The futures chosen and rejected
It’s just a bust if you can’t trust
All errors are in time corrected
Clench my fist and take my Dristan
Hone the scythe that mows down death
I must embrace what can’t be faced
I’ll drown if I can’t hold my breath
I don’t deign, need not explain
I burst the bounds of words and notions
Profundities like raging seas
Immerse me under boiling oceans
Mountain-climb the paradigm
And claim it for myself alone
I’ll show the queen just what I mean
With droit seigneur across her throne
It seems the world is still unfurled
My likeness rampant on its banner
Commanding hordes with spears and swords
So don’t tell me to mind my manor
Carpe diem as I see’em
Notch the bolt and let it fly
Swelling strength in girth and length
Proclaiming what most men imply
I’ve been seasoned beyond reason
I’ve perfected all your tricks
Now it’s time to hit my prime
Today I’m 46.
He’s still got it, people! Luckily most of you have been vaccinated against it so it’s unlikely to infect the populace at large. However, please be (warned/advised/entertained) by this news nugget: I’ve just been elected president of my workplace union! Yes, I’m both the man and his gadfly. That makes me, what, a madfly? Whatever. I’m in charge now. And here’s proof: phone photos from a life that took 46 years to get this good:
Last sunday at the Arboretum’s California wildflowers meadow:
Last week with Jesse at the Lobos Creek boardwalk:
Again at the Lobos Boardwalk: Coastal Oaks
At the Ferry Bldg a few weeks ago: zipline riders ahoy
Now be off with you. I don’t want to hear another peep out of you unless it rhymes or has attractive visual blandishments! Good day to you sir! I SAID GOOD DAY!
Yeah, a good day.
