I wrote this poem in they days before my recent 30th birthday party.<\/p>\n
\nHere follow the potholes, worse than curves in this lane,
\nA couple couplets to express the speed of this strain.<\/p>\nWe stay old too long, set on our climb to the peak,
\nThree decades before we learn a word to misspeak.<\/p>\nI wonder sometimes if never we return like the fall,
\nOne instant to reach, come up short or stall.<\/p>\nThe doubts more dazzling than any dream we could doze,
\nThe joys of flashing buttocks and a yellow paper prose.<\/p>\nChasing after confusions, for a knob we can’t try,
\nFinding the unknowable fracture behind every loci,<\/p>\nToo blinded by figures to see the lay of the land,
\nAll hidden beyond lines in the analysand.<\/p>\nBut I’m sure there’s a world, for heads not to rest,
\nI’ve seen it in dreams, too full of wit to digest.<\/p>\nA life that’s been kind, every moment for toasts,
\nFull of friends gathered round by all friendly ghosts.<\/p>\nNor know how to thank, or who, for this one chance,
\nOf thirty years gone by of blessing and abundance,<\/p>\nLife in a dream, a planet’s psyche to heal,
\nAll I can say is it’s sure been surreal.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\nI had a bunch of other clever lines and a big list of what I call “bywords” (words that end with another word to give the sentence a double meaning) that I lost in Burma. So I wrote a quick program to look for all English bywords (and then took out some of the non-useful ones). You can look at the results<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I wrote this poem in they days before my recent 30th birthday party. Here follow the potholes, worse than curves in this lane, A couple couplets to express the speed of this strain. We stay old too long, set on our climb to the peak, Three decades before we learn a word to misspeak. I … Continue reading Birthday Poem<\/span>