Maybe it’s the dim midwinter light, but January seems to be dedicated to taking a rather harsh view of ourselves. In reality, most of us are already doing our best with a lot, and need to be taking on not more, but less.
Well, at least until cloning machines are up and running.
I am scaling a mossy wall
and playing the bagpipes.
[On distant asphalt, a
Before I know it, it’s January 1st.
“I will now also paint
the wall as I climb!” I proclaim.
[My bagpipes flail
like a spent lung.]
The wall giggles.
“You should have just vowed
to grow more hands,” it says.
[I kick the wall.
Descent is rapid.
Cancel the paintbrushes.]
Geek notes: I don’t often post free verse here because, er, domain name. But I do enjoy a little tango on the free side from time to time. As far as I’m concerned, keep it surreal, and it’s OK.
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