on this day back in nineteen fifty five
mom said: i looked just like a plucked chicken.
right after i had told her
she
resembled
eleanor roosevelt
in
the middle
of
a four day bender.
yes,
admittedly,
i was a comedian from the get go.
i saw these
incredibly well lit shows in my dreams.
where
i would introduce as emcee
all the players
and
most of their schemes.
then
this one particular
happenstance
threw me through a hoop of irradiated religious nonsense.
which i was destined
to circumvent
and later use as a tool to:
wake you
the
fuck up.
so between that
and
questioning
how much exercise does that self-absorbed queen
have to go through
to have
a body like that?
(i'd rather
pay someone to exercise for me
and
get weekly reports on
how i'm doing.)
i'm celebrating that day of all days
that day when
i
will eventually
meet you
and the skies open up to me!
sjw 08/07/18 inspired at this very moment in time by didn't i just have one of these.
from the 'birthday series' of poems