In this place that is a little bit of nothing. Toward the
end of the party and trying to decide if we should pay extra to the DJ to keep
spinning those records. Or maybe get rid of the DJ and just use an ipod. So out
of date and irrelevant some things are. These days.
The problem is, the problem is, the problem is. There are
many problems and some I am not interested in solving because the solution is
not to my liking. I don’t care for it. My Mother would say when she did not
like something. I can’t think of her too long or too deeply without feeling
profoundly sad. I will leave this unsolvable problem to my own children.
We’re just here for a visit my Dad would say. Enjoy it.
Drink it up. Drink up. And if you drink enough those memories of your own mother
and war and desire and being young will be gone. The problem is that it doesn’t
last forever. Eventually you will be sober. As a judge. Who is just visiting
also but is too dumb to know it.
I take photos of flowers and worry that I will miss the moment
when it is perfect, when the blossom is at the height of its beauty. It does
not last long enough, I think. And I know that is true. The lady in the produce
department said “at my age you don’t buy green bananas”. So it can go both
ways. I guess.
I should know a lot about this. All the people who went
before me had a lot of advice and I listened to it all but it was not relevant.
We were busy dancing, paying extra to the DJ and sending someone out for more
beer. At the time everything lasted
forever.
