Scratching into January, 2017
by Gary Hardaway
Short List
My first responsible act today
shall be the listing of responsible acts
I should undertake.
Coffee first, though,
a little music, and a quick
perusal of the Internet.
Oh, look- puppies!
Short Sleeves on New Year's Day
It's Texas, after all, epicenter
of anomalies and perverse inversions.
How did such oddly beautiful land
end up in the hands of the worst people
in history? The malignant gimp governor,
his evil lieutenant, a bought and paid for
legislature. Follow the money. It seeks
the lowest of the low and finds them here
in an embarrassing abundance.
White Dwarf
When not at work, or on my way in my car to and from work, I am at home- the sad little one bedroom that home has become- or on a rigorous path between bank, liquor store, gas station, and supermarket to support said sad little home. I strive for safe and sane repetition and the safety of solitude. I have circumscribed a small slice of the planet where I can survive. All that I can't control terrifies me. I collapse, like an old star, on and on, towards a used up little ball of consolidating matter. White dwarf, I am, awaiting that ultimate heat death of my black dwarf and the calm of pure mass- no light, no heat.
Living with Terror
Terror slouches in the cat-scratched, overstuffed chair in my living room.
It has the look of one come to stay without invitation.
The smell of blood, urine, and feces fills my small apartment.
I threaten it with bug spray, kitchen knives,
small appliances, and large pots and pans
but, still ,no signs it will ever flee
to safer quarters in Highland Park or Germantown.
It is immune to my pleadings and threats.
It is immune to the white magic of poems and songs.
It is immune, even, to bribery and a thrust fist.
I'd sprinkle it with gasoline and throw a match
but I have unmet neighbors and lazy cats.
Generation
If I had no son
and his beautiful daughters,
I could say, “Fuck this shit.
Bring on the bombs. What have I
got to lose?” Progeny
change everything. Allow us to
rethink our hatred of the species,
so virulent and ugly.
I am trapped by my genetic destiny
to pray that we be spared,
knowing all the while
that we have never deserved it.
You hit the right chord with me today, Gary. I laughed at "puppies", nodded knowingly at "Short Sleeves", stared understandingly at "White Dwarf", laughed grimly at "unmet neighbors and lazy cats", and nodded grimly and knowingly at "Generation".
Thank you, Matt.
All summed up quite nicely.
Thank you, Kitty.
The world is into a terrible change, and yet still the same.*
Thank you, Tim.
"I collapse, like an old star, on and on, towards a used up little ball of consolidating matter."
Enjoyed the set, Gary.
Thank you, Sam.
Short List. **
Thank you, Rachna.
Quite a romp from laughter-list to terror signs to be spared prayer. Really good, grabbing stuff, Gary.
Thank you, Ed.
A great sequence/
Thank you, David.