Wow. First poem of a new year. I have actually two of them. I wrote this one starting around 11:00pm and thought it was weird enough to be the first poem of the year. So, hope you all had a Happy New Year's evening.
2019
Five and
a half hours from now
the world will change, becoming
one year older
than it is right now,
rat cheer
in this brief but palatable
bat of a
god’s-eye moment.
Drinking
there’ll be and wild-foot
dancing
on a hardwood sprung floor.
In the old
days, the Old West days,
they covered
the barroom floor
with a
thin layer of fine sawdust.
It protected the floors from blood stains
It protected the floors from blood stains
obtained during
drunken fist fights,
random
stabbings, the occasional
quickdraw.
Of course, all the above
could happen
in any Oklahoma bar
tonight, even worse could happen tonight!
I’d like
to propose a New Year’s resolution
for all
of us. Let’s make next year, 2019,
let’s
make this year that is now upon us,
let’s
make it a murder free year.
Okay, maybe I’m asking too much from
the “civilized”
country that believes all
grievances
and wrong doings can be settled
fairly
and justly by a shootout in a parking lot,
or movie
theatre, or a grade school building
filled
with a bunch of snot-nosed kids.
So, let’s
just make this easy on everybody.
How about just tonight, tonight and tomorrow,
leave the gun at home. Just for one night and
a day. Just
one day let’s try no to kill each other.
Happy New Year!
Woodie o1-o1-19
