Author Archives: blitzken

DUCK & COVER

Duck and cover they used to say,
Beneath your desk,
As if that way,
You’d be protected under there,
From fall-out that gets everywhere,
We now think how naïve and sweet,
But at times I wish I could retreat,
Not so much from radiation,
But the fall-out of communication,
Facebook, Twitter, SMS,
Constant contact, constant stress,
And while I appreciate the link,
And sharing every thought I think,
I often drift back to before,
When time and space seemed something more,
Travelled alone, all unconnected,
Read a book, perhaps reflected,
Back in the days of my youth,
To make a call, you used a booth,
We didn’t know “download” or “stream”,
Dick Tracy watches were just a dream,
I sometimes wish I could rediscover,
Days before I had to duck and cover.

Morning Shave

When I shaved this morning,
Thought what the heck,
I’ll put the shaving cream,
All around my neck,
I put it on the front,
Then the back and sides,
Everywhere that razor glides,
Then I did proceed,
With the greatest care
Shaving till I could find
No cream there,
But I must have shaved,
Too deep I think,
For my head fell off,
Into the sink.
Plop.

Advice to my nephew turning 30

Thought I’d write some words of wisdom,
But I couldn’t get them to come,
Nonetheless I’m writing this to you,
As it is with that old adage,
Thirty is a rite of passage,
So I’ve jotted down some stuff to get you through,
You’ll be fine, but time will tell,
If no one saw, you never fell,
Karma’s a bitch, but just as well,
For if you scratch an itch, it just might swell,
If it’s what it is, it was meant to be,
But perception is reality,
Half-full or empty’s not the gig,
The problem is your cup’s too big,
Just be yourself, I share your pain,
Don’t bring a towel into the rain,
Knuckle down, it’s not rocket science,
Revolt, or consider compliance,
Doesn’t matter either way,
Tomorrow’s still another day,
In the big picture, we’re all just squat,
A little bit of cosmic snot,
Trouble’s not worth a hill of beans,
Oh,
And don’t forget to eat your greens.

To Sleep, Perchance To Dream

Sleep, where is thy sweet caress?
You tease me,
Though I must confess,
Of late you leave me wanting,
Merely taunting me,
Not wishing me well,
Instead reducing me,
To a reckless shell,
Did I offend somehow?
Let’s mend it now,
I do apologize,
Now I beg of thee,
Anoint mine eyes,
Stroke my cheek,
Remove my sorrow,
To sleep!
And let us not speak of this,
Upon the ‘morrow,
(Though I say forsooth,
In truth, that will not play,
For the ‘morrow
Is in fact today…)

Kick Me Again And I’ll Come Up Grinning

A body blow,
A psyche slam,
I know I should have let it go,
But Hope’s a stubborn thing you know,
And so here I am,
A crippled wreck,
My emotions at your beck
And call, and all I ever get,
Is kicked again, and then again,
And then, just when I think it’s better,
Hope peeks out,
Till I get your letter,
Like a bitter cold and icy wind,
And Hope rescinds,
My house of cards blown well apart,
Knives twisted in my naïve heart,
Shattered,
Though my face won’t show,
Still I know,
This will repeat itself,
My Hope won’t stay up on the shelf,
It’ll peek again, try to be brave,
Till one day you dance upon my grave.