Here it is,
almost the ides of January,
that time of year when the Brutus-like Christmas bills stab you in the back,
the people you work with actually expect creativity-
Did they have too much eggnog and
grandmaw Serelda’s famous fruit cake?
Or divinity fudge?
Can’t be too careful about Aunt Elizabeth’s divinity fudge.
Makes people expect you to be….
That Starts with “Cripes, why did I start this project?”
and ends with “Y oh Y did I believe if I took the high road
I would write the great American novel,
finish the new Symphony Fantastique
lose 10 pounds,
turn out a new generation of genius linguists,
and discover the road to spiritual wellbeing,
wealth, happiness, inner peace, and…
So anyway, here we are again-
nearly two weeks into the new year,
walls to be painted
mountains to be climbed,
and a blog about the beauties of early January creativity
dying slowly in the face of
someone asking what to do with a giant carp
they couldn’t kill after all on New Years’ Eve?
(why did they ask me?? do they think I keep a hundred pound carp in the bathtub
and charge admission?)
Ah yes, the imponderabilities of life.
And then there are taxes,
all approaching with the inevitable thumping sound
of a legion of Daleks approaching…
and me trying to find a suitable,
end to a blog about New Years resolutions
and what becomes of them in only a few short days
should you be so courageous as to make any
in the face of…
Hey, what was the topic again?
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