ValetudinarianA Poem by Robert Ronnow
One will not live to see the end
of the geopolitical drama, the existential dilemma--" the small choices people make that change their lives. They ought to be terrified but they’re blithe because you can’t know what you’re doing until it’s done. Acting silly, solving problems. Scientific method, situation comedy. Dinosaurs. Sore losers. Kayak on the Hackensack. Malebolge. Hoboken. It was dark in there! It was dark! You can’t say to people I think I’m dying because we all have that feeling, it’s so ubiquitous it’s not worth mentioning. For your given name take Destiny. But survive. Saturday’s the sweetest day. You’re off the clock. Participation’s optional weedsmoking, videogameplaying, tvwatching, anonymouslawnmowing, whatif whatnot oldtimer. Pass the f*****g ball! I say to Ray who never passes. The past isn’t dead, it never even passes. Short sleeves today? Prepare for a powerful anesthesia. The afterlife is now.
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Added on April 4, 2020 Last Updated on March 4, 2021 Tags: name, destiny, past, choice, change, dark, spring, hope, belief, earth, weather, end, people, silly, problem, comedy, survive, sweet, clock, old, dead, run, food, mind, pray, cry, wait, sky, walk, forest, paint, cancer, stone, school Author
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