looking down the barrel of New
Years
rather than having an holding the
bitter metaltaste of it in your mouth
an wondering
if
the gun is loaded
what it will bring
or not
if your fingers are crossed in
hope
you cant manipulate or undo its
knots
if your eyes arent peeled
you wont see the conjurer coming to
try an to pull the wool over them
if you arent listening for peoples
lies
you will be lied to
if you dont have your nose to the
wind
like any prey you will be preyed upon
an if God is thanked for
everything By the Grace of God
why should people extend
themselves to you unthanked
a sincere Thank you is a rather small
tithe
looking down the barrel of the
New Year
I opt not to flinch
I opt to act
not react
Im not foolish enough to
imagine that if I dont have some luck
I may fall on my face harder than
I hope
I also remember my friend Bobby as a teenager sitting on a kitchen countertop
who kissing him moved him down
the length of the countertop onto the stove
the electric burner she sat him on wasnt
off very long
an with an OUCH! breaking the
kiss he hopped from the stove an knocked her over onto her back
I helped her up
she fled
we never learned who she was
Happy New Year!
afternoon, Sunday,
27 12. 15
1450, Monday,
28 12. 15
