THAT WHICH DOES NOT KILL ME. . .

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SYD BARRETT AVENUE

 

(The title of this poem is a riff designed to illustrate that I haven’t forgotten who Nietzsche was.)

 

well, it is getting

to be

one of those years

when the breaks

just don’t

go my way

 

I think of all

the bad things

that have happened:

 

job instability

female rejection

on a regular basis

cuz of my inability

to be interested

in the right ones

at the right times

 

hours altered,

unfair reprimands,

business lost,

weight gained

in spite caloric reduction

hairline even thinner

 

hasn’t been

a year of the roses

by any stretch

of the imagination

 

so why the smile?

you may ask

why the euphoric giggle?

 

Well, we mustn’t forget

the good things

the return of the muse

and the long awaited jaunt

to the Continent

 

and eyes focused straight ahead

I see quite a few silver linings

and the road I travel

does occasionally hint of gold

 

I have survived

I am still alive

And well and rocking on

I have improved greatly

 

What more reason

do I need than that?

I am better

than I was

a year ago today

 

That is, finally,

enough to make me smile

 

9-6-95

 

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