The Amateur Narcissist
"One must play the music while reading the poem, to get the full effect."
The Amateur Narcissist
One reaches the age of denial on the one hand, when life narrows its scope.
“Where from here?” is the question.
“Not far.” The Response.
Run like hell trying to find a wave, a rush of wind at my back, something to lift me off my feet, so I can forget about the time….for a little while….maybe? Where is the minute hand? How fast does the second hand spin? Too damned fast!
But that was a dream….I hope? Wake up and be a boy again. Elvis, The Everly Brothers, Charlie Rich, Ray Charles…..Sinatra.
Where did W.C. Fields go? Where is my tiny-ass black and white TV?
How did The Monkees get old?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Remember when there were only three TV channels?
It was better, then.
No, that’s, pretty-much bullshit. But I will pretend. You always need a seamless fantasy. Why settle for anything less?
Why? Indeed!
Blah, blah, blah.
"Baby I need your lovin!’ Got-t-t-to have all you lovin!”
That would be pretty pathetic, if these were my final thoughts and ambitions, as the end draws nigh! A self-obsessed, amateur narcissist. Which is the best kind! None of that being tempted by riches for me! No sir! For me, its the small life, a precarious balance in the hope of finding something which resembles normalcy, if only at a distance. But that’s better than nothing at all.
Bust'a Crab
One reaches the age of denial on the one hand, when life narrows its scope.
“Where from here?” is the question.
“Not far.” The Response.
Run like hell trying to find a wave, a rush of wind at my back, something to lift me off my feet, so I can forget about the time….for a little while….maybe? Where is the minute hand? How fast does the second hand spin? Too damned fast!
But that was a dream….I hope? Wake up and be a boy again. Elvis, The Everly Brothers, Charlie Rich, Ray Charles…..Sinatra.
Where did W.C. Fields go? Where is my tiny-ass black and white TV?
How did The Monkees get old?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Remember when there were only three TV channels?
It was better, then.
No, that’s, pretty-much bullshit. But I will pretend. You always need a seamless fantasy. Why settle for anything less?
Why? Indeed!
Blah, blah, blah.
"Baby I need your lovin!’ Got-t-t-to have all you lovin!”
That would be pretty pathetic, if these were my final thoughts and ambitions, as the end draws nigh! A self-obsessed, amateur narcissist. Which is the best kind! None of that being tempted by riches for me! No sir! For me, its the small life, a precarious balance in the hope of finding something which resembles normalcy, if only at a distance. But that’s better than nothing at all.
Bust'a Crab