Note
to readers re posts dated January 18 through January 21:
All my previous
posts had aged from one to fifty years before surfacing here. My own age and recent disposition
necessitates an impetuous risk to un-cask this recent vintage of items all
written within the past fume months. Their topicality seems insistent.
Inauguration
Like losing all the Big
Games in a single day
A time when music doesn’t
matter
A visceral understanding of
existential disdain
A need to climb in the
mountains walk in the woods
more to hide than reflect
a separation made more
distinct
having to live so close
together
jagged edges of silence
between
eyes that wish to look
elsewhere
as at a funeral after
having been
very close to the one dead
and fear as a new friend
whispers sound advice
Disappointment is a byproduct of belief
knowing the way certain
things should be
having ascertained the
obvious
Though some things could be
better
some other things could not
be worse
Assumptions are made even
if unstated
The shattering reality
leaves two alternatives
the possibility that I was
wrong or
the likelihood you assholes
are stupider than I thought
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