Thursday, January 22, 2009

You All (Nostalgia For Nothing)

I remember you all out there,
From years ago,
Wild boys and girls, callow and callous too—
I do remember, but only what I can stand.

I see how you all, my hopes, got fat while I got thin
And so we kept (and keep) ourselves off-balance
As if to stay like we always were...

I guess I feel some anger yet
And feel no desire to forgive all things or everyone—
Why don't I? I just don't...

Nixon's soldiers never killed us enough
Though they blew us off and blew us away with sufficient ease.
I remember Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young, like yesterday,
Sometimes with Joni Mitchell thrown in, for free...
How could we lose?

What things are left that can make us blush?
You know there's some, even though we know
We're about as sensitive as a cow's nose
Or a badger's brash posterior.

Repetition and distinction,
What have we here after all?

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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)