dedalus Posted December 28, 2012 Share Posted December 28, 2012 I live and groove in the present moment to the shame and horror of my living family presently overseas. God bless you silly son, and never use your right real name. I can claim nothing. I am nothing. I look and wonder: Ho little snail up you go, move along, climb Mount Fuji! Matsushima, oh! Matsushima, Matsushima, Matsushima oh! We are so happy here, so happy in Japan: a thing that nobody seems to understand. We live in a world of serious make-believe, the pain mixing with the fun. The fun wins out on weekends, the pain comes down as a real thing, you say nothing. So, I had a serious accident, possibly told you: thought I’d be dead for a bit, wasn’t in the end. Everyone says I was lucky the usual marmalade shite with all of them taking credit for keeping me alive. Honest to God! You’d want to laugh, so you would, if your ribs weren’t cracked, so that each gust of laughter comes out with a gasp and you think “I am not really here”. No, I am not really here. But at times I think I am. I live and groove in the present moment among friends with whom I take my ease. God bless you, silly man, you crazy Irish fucker! I am Irish. I am not crazy. I can claim nothing. I am nothing. I still look and wonder. Good-bye 2012! ................. version 2 ...................... I groove & move in the present moment to the shame and horror of my living family presently overseas. God bless you, silly son, but never use your right real name. I claim nothing. I am nothing. I look and wonder: Ho little snail up you go, move along, climb Mount Fuji! And the rain came down like thunder out of the slipshod glimmering East: Kyrie, Kyrie Kyrie eleison! 666 is the Mark of the Beast (dial +81 for Japan) Matsushima, oh! Matsushima, Matsushima, Matsushima oh! And we are so happy here, so happy in Japan: a cherry blossom Lotus Land, a simple thing, nobody seems to understand. Così stupendo, Quasimodo! In a world of serious make-believe, the pain can run with the fun. Fun may win on weekends, pain resides, and abides forever. Say nothing. Had a serious accident, quite sure I told you: thought I was dead for a bit, wasn’t in the end. Everyone says I was lucky the usual marmalade shite Dominus vobiscum ... with half the world taking credit for keeping me alive. Honest to God! You’d want to laugh, so you would, if your ribs weren’t cracked, so that each gust of laughter comes out with a gasp and you think “I am not really here”. No, I am not really here. But at times I think I am (et cum spiritu tuo) here again in the present moment among the friends with whom I take my ease. God bless you, silly man, you crazy Irish fucker! Irish, yes. But I am not crazy. I can claim nothing. I am nothing. I still look and wonder. Good-bye 2012! Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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