(rooster crowing)
Ow!! Oh My God! /
My body
it’s becoming a fading memory /
a constant struggle
to keep on moving /
(I can’t get up!
I can’t get up!)
I have more band-aids on my body
than Les
…
(you’re showing your age)
I used to be on the stage
hurling obscenities
rolling on the floor /
now I’m a stay inside molasses
listing insecurities /
double-checking
the locks
on my door
(lock that door
lock that door)
it used to be so easy
24 beers
(hey there
now I’m inside
grinding
grinding
grinding
the weeds /
where’s the compromise?
where’s the balance?
the things
are the things
the things
are the things
the things
are the things
the things
are the things
the things
are the things
the things
are the things
hmmm…deep…ok..deep
* groan *
I need a metronome
to find
I already tried a wife
common law
(nice try)
still breathing
still learning
still living /
the
rolling /
hurling obscenities
rolling on the floor /
writing inanities
putting the bolts
back on my door /
he used to be so much more fun when he drank….
good night.
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Notes
- This piece is a continuation (follow-up?) to “Stay Inside Molasses”. A little ditty about aching, aging, changing.
- When I decided to (finally) upload all the Hated Uncles “stuff” I had, it resulted in a bit of reflection. I have difficulty leaving my apartment for work and groceries – let alone contemplate being on any kind of stage. I’ve gone from one extreme to the other, and I’m not kidding in the song when I ask: “Where’s the compromise? Where’s the balance?” I hope to find that balance, but…it’s not easy. That’s all I’ll say about that for now.
Written: February, 2019