no, I don’t consider my drinking
to be a genetic disorder
any kind of disorder
I see it more as character
instead of buckling up for the ride
my family always buckled down
with a fifth or some other fraction
what difference does it make and for what
I’m content with a recliner in front of the window
see the trees and the little forest nearby
the birds flying to and fro
not answering to anyone about their flight paths
on a clear day
I can see the tippy-tops of the mountains
don’t get lonesome
spend most of the day in that recliner
just watching the day go by
watching it get lighter in the morning
can’t see the sun coming up, it’s behind me
watching the sunset in the evening
the lament of the dusk
fall of night and stars so bright
moon gliding across the sky
a little time at a desk with a computer on it
for reading mostly, historical stuff
watching a television to watch what I want
though anymore I don’t watch it much
can’t stand most of the stuff on it
I talk to the rocks I have laying on the floor
a couple of bonsai trees
plants, and it’s true…they really do better when you talk to them
used to feel funny about it but not anymore
they don’t judge you or try to correct you
I think they look forward
to my sparkling conversation
every once in a while
I have to break down and go into town
for as little time as possible
I don’t want conflict, I don’t wanna argue
just let me be
I just wanna get back to my window to the world I wanna see
time wasted doing what you want
isn’t wasted at all
will I go on forever?
no, once I die I’ll probably stop
