Crazy

March 30

CRAZY

I try on crazy, the way I sometimes get out the jump rope, and see if all those muscles still work. The unemployed, unexploited, fallow nature of my once fertile insanity saddens me in an odd way. Today is a place I stand in stiff comfort, though it has taken concerted effort to get here. There are days I slip from reality, the way I can slip off a chair. I no longer allow myself to lounge on the floor. Pride is not so much the issue as hygiene. Crazy is bad for my health. I gave it up like cigarettes or romance novels; I don’t have enough time or insurance for these dalliances, though I do remember them all with fondness.

Allow yourself a favorite spoon.

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Face and Ass

“It is hard to save your face

and save your ass at the same time.”

What I haven’t tried

in an attempt to live my life as a showman

spotlight front and center.

What I wouldn’t sacrifice to keep

peace and image intact,

but in the end it was just that,

my end, that saved me from

a life chasing prevention of defacement.

I can’t live with the posture of an ostrich

it leaves so much at risk.

Hiding my face won’t protect it

no matter how much I wish it would.

I have to put my butt in a seat,

a seat up front where folks get to know my face.

I have to try my best yet still make mistakes

and let people know my ass as well.

Being a part of AA saves my behind,

once that is cosseted

my face might just get its day in the sun.