Happy Birthday to Luciole friend/contributor Scott Wannberg! Also his poem: "what I don't know now that i got through another year"
All good wishes to you Scott. Happy Happy Birthday! ♥ ♥ ♥
what I don't know now that i got through another year
move the world a little closer to the fire
i'd like to see what's up without straining my eyes
all these hungry people climbing over one another
as if there truly was a place for them to go
what i don't know
now that i got through another year
could fill a book
probably will
i never knew where the hell i supposedly set sail for
since my canoe never got past the planning stage
it never mattered all that much
consider my underachiever status
in the trade papers
i never did claim to need much
a good cup of black coffee
some resonant enough music playing in the accessible distance
i picked up some paper along the trail
that claimed i had knowledge
but that's all relative
sort of depends who you're speaking to
what time of day or night it might turn into
people are complex
and equally stupid
since i don't know what the hell i mean sometimes
why should i expect others to know what they mean
i've bucked manic broncs
sleptwalk with limping mummies
rode shotgun with the infamous doc griffin bunch
attempted to maintain a precarious fleeting balance
in a teeter totter universe
i've suffered the doubt of insomnia
i've slept the myth of tired puppies
the whole circus tent can blow in or out
got to be cognizant of the wind velocity
who might be in the batter's box
i've heard the banshees pretend to be divas
i've howled at imaginary moons in alleys
the universe is not perfect
ideals make me wary and weary
i give people much latitude and longitude
i expect the same
all of it is a tenuous give and take
and there are those who only take and take and take
and there are those who forever give
the takers need to take five
the givers need to give themselves a break
idiocy at times is human
obtuseness pisses me off
everyone i hope simply needs a place to stretch
tell your bones lovely lies
the older i get
the less i know
okay by me
i'd rather feel than know anyhow
go on then
turn down the lights
tactile impressions still live around the corner
sometimes when walking
oxygen tank notwithstanding
i need to stop for a minute
relax, take it all in
stride
i always get to where i'm going
i've learned to go deliberate and slow
the terrain won't run away
i remember when i didn't need oxygen tanks
they were good times
nothing wrong with these though
guess i'm sort of lucky that the disability
saved me from having to hustle another retail gig
at the age of 54
now my days and nights pretty much belong to me
always felt i'd still be doing dutton's until
i at least made my 60's
doesn't matter
i got green things plenty
a spunky yellow lab baby next door
and the knowledge
that we're all mortal and vulnerable
i don't get vindictive
i can at times empathize with anger
hate simply has no room
i talk to my tv set(well i sort of rudely answer stupid ads)
i make up stuff
a few minutes ago i made up a ditty called
what i don't know now
that i got through
another year
i feel like singing it to you
if you
don't
mind
it sort of goes like this...
move the
world
a little
closer
to the
fire...
scott
florence,oregon
2/20/2010
what I don't know now that i got through another year
move the world a little closer to the fire
i'd like to see what's up without straining my eyes
all these hungry people climbing over one another
as if there truly was a place for them to go
what i don't know
now that i got through another year
could fill a book
probably will
i never knew where the hell i supposedly set sail for
since my canoe never got past the planning stage
it never mattered all that much
consider my underachiever status
in the trade papers
i never did claim to need much
a good cup of black coffee
some resonant enough music playing in the accessible distance
i picked up some paper along the trail
that claimed i had knowledge
but that's all relative
sort of depends who you're speaking to
what time of day or night it might turn into
people are complex
and equally stupid
since i don't know what the hell i mean sometimes
why should i expect others to know what they mean
i've bucked manic broncs
sleptwalk with limping mummies
rode shotgun with the infamous doc griffin bunch
attempted to maintain a precarious fleeting balance
in a teeter totter universe
i've suffered the doubt of insomnia
i've slept the myth of tired puppies
the whole circus tent can blow in or out
got to be cognizant of the wind velocity
who might be in the batter's box
i've heard the banshees pretend to be divas
i've howled at imaginary moons in alleys
the universe is not perfect
ideals make me wary and weary
i give people much latitude and longitude
i expect the same
all of it is a tenuous give and take
and there are those who only take and take and take
and there are those who forever give
the takers need to take five
the givers need to give themselves a break
idiocy at times is human
obtuseness pisses me off
everyone i hope simply needs a place to stretch
tell your bones lovely lies
the older i get
the less i know
okay by me
i'd rather feel than know anyhow
go on then
turn down the lights
tactile impressions still live around the corner
sometimes when walking
oxygen tank notwithstanding
i need to stop for a minute
relax, take it all in
stride
i always get to where i'm going
i've learned to go deliberate and slow
the terrain won't run away
i remember when i didn't need oxygen tanks
they were good times
nothing wrong with these though
guess i'm sort of lucky that the disability
saved me from having to hustle another retail gig
at the age of 54
now my days and nights pretty much belong to me
always felt i'd still be doing dutton's until
i at least made my 60's
doesn't matter
i got green things plenty
a spunky yellow lab baby next door
and the knowledge
that we're all mortal and vulnerable
i don't get vindictive
i can at times empathize with anger
hate simply has no room
i talk to my tv set(well i sort of rudely answer stupid ads)
i make up stuff
a few minutes ago i made up a ditty called
what i don't know now
that i got through
another year
i feel like singing it to you
if you
don't
mind
it sort of goes like this...
move the
world
a little
closer
to the
fire...
scott
florence,oregon
2/20/2010
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