I Did That Creative Writing Course
I’m thinking in platitudes trying to avoid the gold thread of life and death
Hidden in the tangles and brambles of messy indiscretions.
I’m recalibrating my attitude, saying ‘It’s futile to worry’, and ‘It’ll all work out for the best’,
And who cares about all the big questions.
All my loved ones could be struck down tomorrow.
The sun might blink.
All could be stricken with horror and sorrow
Obliterated in a cosmological kink.
It makes me think, briefly, before I remember to blame it on something,
Or someone, or somewhere; some time in the long-off and distance past.
Use distractions or tinctures of pleasures, whatever’s the ‘done thing’,
And then make a slight readjustment to my mask.
Do what I can do to grin and bear it,
And if the straitjacket fits, wear it.
Hidden in the tangles and brambles of messy indiscretions.
I’m recalibrating my attitude, saying ‘It’s futile to worry’, and ‘It’ll all work out for the best’,
And who cares about all the big questions.
All my loved ones could be struck down tomorrow.
The sun might bl
All could be stricken with horror and sorrow
Obliterated in a cosmological kink.
It makes me think, briefly, before I remember to blame it on something,
Or someone, or somewhere; some time in the long-off and distance past.
Use distractions or tinctures of pleasures, whatever’s the ‘done thing’,
And then make a slight readjustment to my mask.
Do what I can do to grin and bear it,
And if the straitjacket fits, wear it.
By:
CrookedMan
Age:
46-50
