My first car, a ’67 VW Bug, had this saying glued to the ashtray. I’ve always hated cigarettes and cigarette smoke. It was my bold way of saying, “This car don’t run on looks or love.” It also kept my ashtray clean.
Today’s the first day of spring or was that yesterday? This is a topic my mom and I always argued about. Who cares what day it begins, right?
Welcome to my new-fangled old blog. Have not posted in two years, following the deaths of both my birthmother, Sweet Caroline, and my mom who raised me, The Rose.
I’ve left the former poems and pieces up. They are compost for the new — some relevant, some not. Remnants of a life scratched and clawed for since my non-immaculate conception (still a mystery).
Sift at will while wearing boxers, briefs or boy shorts — beverage of choice in hand. In the past I might have said, Let Me Entertain You or maybe even this:
Nevermore. Nevermore. No more Boop-boop-de-boop!
I’m here to connect with all you other moths — children of the flame. Those of us who tried to do it all but crashed and burned along the way.
Leonard Cohen said, Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
I say, Sometimes life’s a drag. That’s when you flick the tip.