The BZT BS #1
This will be the only time you get an email about this new thing I'm experimenting with on Substack. Eventually I'll figure out how you can subscribe to this seperately from the show if you find yourself interested. I'll try to make it interesting and brief when I come up with something. Ok? Ok. -
First test installment of The BZT BS. Just experimenting with a little room for me to get my words and random ideas out there aside from the show. And I’ll include, next to the audio clip, a bit of writing. For instance, the very last poem I’ve written so far:
On Turning 55
The ol’ double nickel.
Sure love to say,
Wow!
I have a renewed lease on life!
Less pain!
Sadness alleviated!
Everything’s great!
But, alas, all I can say is, it’s Monday.
I’m still alive.
So, an accounting…
As of my own December seventeenth birthday,
I am a proxy grandfather.
My best friend Dana’s daughter had a son on
his own December seventeenth birthday at 12:10 am.
I have plenty well wishes from most of my family and friends.
Did I say, I’m still alive?
Next question is,
why?
How?
Oh, I have a new toaster oven/air fryer.
And it’s awesome.
And beautiful black.
And gonna make me fat again.
I realize and accept that that creative mind of 1998
is washed out, bankrupt, no longer the well of
pen-speaking that it once was.
There’s just no real desire to scrib in the
hope of betterment of all concerned anymore.
Just the shell of a pen hand left,
not to mention the mind.
Quickening arthritis in both.
But, at least the sun is shining today.
First time in a couple weeks now.
Gloom be damned.
On turning 55,
I know well that I could croak
later today and that’s ok too.
Humanity has failed itself.
I can no longer do a thing about it and
all my biggest heroes are mostly
dead now so I’m left sloshing my
painful feet around in a pond of saltwater.
But,
I will pretend.
I’m an ok actor.
Life is satisfactory.
Sure.
Why not?
Monday December 19, 2022 10:05 am