The BZT BS #1
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,
I have a renewed lease on life!
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,
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.
I will pretend.
I’m an ok actor.
Life is satisfactory.
Monday December 19, 2022 10:05 am