“Tis the season
of no reason
logic has fled
into the wintery night
on a sled
of lies
that incite
passions unchecked
with a bad effect
upon us all
save us from stupidity
holding so many in thrall
Now we need
a new season
with reason
where truth is told
and knowledge
is treated like gold
-30-
ghost peppers are the pinnacle
when it comes to hot as hell
people faint at their very smell
breath escaping from tortured throats
connoisseurs praising the heat
as the best thing to eat
while daring novices
slowly turn a bright red
wishing they’d tried something else instead
Seven decades have not diminished one myth I grew up with. It has a place of honor in my head that makes me smile. I still remember when I heard what would happen to my vision if I wacked my weinie!
I was undeterred and ready to go blind at eleven when I tossed caution aside in favor of pleasure – after some experimenting – and crossed the line between boyhood and manhood. I look back now with fondness at my innocence.
I never could fully understand the taboo against exploring my own body but would have preferred to be thrown in a cauldron of boiling oil than admit that. I joined my peers in mocking others accused of that crime of solo indulgence. It was a mean meme before there was such a thing.
My recollection of who came up with the myth is fuzzy, but I’ve narrowed it down to the church and parents universally who don’t want their offspring to ever have sex.
The End
the wind whistled through the rafters of the theatre, producing a symphony for the stars
who no longer danced on the wooden stage below
where dramas and comedies once would flow
ghosts of performances long gone gathered in the rickety seats to watch their lives unfold
their personal stories never to be told
only the playwright’s stories will never get old
Laughter and tears
dominated for years
then the bombs came
and nothing was ever the same
Looking back over the rivers of time
History is malleable
and easy to redefine
regimes do it all the time
but in the end
the truth remains the same
writing about the past
has always been a game
where conquerors are good
and losers take the blame
-30-
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