January 21, 2017 (I was 72)
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.
State of the Ship
A red figurehead carved
into a stump
blackened roots have lost
their grip
in rich loam no stones for
anchor
Too many crewmen in union
may not vote to keep it
afloat
Why bust ass for a company
that would enslave you if
it could
Saddened in the sulkings of lost opportunity
working through repetitious
footsteps
waking in the grumblings of
troubled sleep
trying to focus on a
succession of conscious breaths
reading the musings of
intelligent minds
Enough time finds new
kindness from relative strangers
Eventually a few tokes of
eternal wisdom curl about
Strains of Hawaiian music
seep in
Shall we dance
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