A Mixed Bag as usual
After a
disgraceful night on the lash
One would
do well to view my epodes with suspicion
It was
great to be out with friends again
After
nearly 2 years under confinement to our homes
And even
The Bard warned against killjoys
Moderation
in all things
Along with
moderation
Nothing
very new then
I am a man
The good
the bad the ugly
But I am I
think if viewed correctly
Amusing
I give the
pantheon a good giggle
As my old
mate said
You might
be a f%#K up
But you’re
OUR F&*k up
I overreach
Then
lacerate myself with spells of anxiety
Then a
period of calm
Then an
intense feeling of elation
That causes
me to overreach
On the high
wire act that is a man’s life
Then the
panic again and self-recriminations
Then
anxiety without object
Then
abatement
And so on
It’s a
bumpy ride
For me and
for others
But I guess
it’s my ride
I am
thus-wise constituted
I am
profoundly embarrassing
And
irritating
An
incessant
But as one
of my additional needs kids vouches
I am
patient and kind
So what is
all this?
What does
it add up to?
Some
maintain that on a preordained day
I will be
judged
As to my
sum worth
Like a
final tax return
But so too
I will live for a while
In the
memory of others
As my late
mum said
It’s not
what people do or say that you remember
It’s how
they made you feel
I hope I’ll
leave some nice feelings
I wish to
uplift the world
From its
downcast ways
And give
the meek some belief in their humanity
The job of
the poet
Is I guess
not to be one thing
But as Les
Murray said
To look at
life from a new angle
Each day
Yesterday
before the wild session
I bought a
vinyl copy of the great Neil Young album
On The
Beach
And the
marvel of Greville Records
Said that
he’s waiting for someone to write a piece
About how
important music and the creative arts
Have been
to us during our
Extended
periods of lockdown
I don’t
take direction well
I pursue
things from weird angles
But anyway
thank you for the music
As ABBA
once put it
Thank you
for the Art
We need you
& Life
would be unendurable without you
Thank you
For the way
you make us feel.
©Malachi Doyle 2021.
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