Ridiculous Things

grooveamatic

My life is filled with ridiculous things
Passed from my mind to my body
In a twittering self-absorption
And absent-mindedness. Things I
Cannot seem to forget to remember.
The pairless half-dirty sock
Balled behind the television set;
The headless ceramic frog on the nightstand
Who shamelessly clutches a magnifying glass;
Half-smoked cigarettes gripped within the cellophane
Skin of a bulbous pack, never to be smoked
But kept anyway;
A poster of The Muppets torn down the middle
With the word looney written on it in Sharpie marker;
The box of seashells under my bed;
Blurry unusable photos in a shoebox;

These ridiculous things flit back and forth
From essential to useless
And all the way back again,
They being of course necessary for me to breathe
In the right here and now,
And of no consequense whatever in the afterlife.

After decades,
Lifting the timelid,
I'll find a crayon sharpener
With of course
The leg of a G.I. Joe
Stuck helplessly
In the round
Drawn-around hole.

Ali

But Groove!All that clutter you really do take with you in the afterlife.
Just ask the egyptians when you get there.they'll tell ya.
Great write.:):):):):)

grooveamatic

Ali wrote:

But Groove!All that clutter you really do take with you in the afterlife.
Just ask the egyptians when you get there.they'll tell ya.
Great write.:):):):):)

I don't think I would want all my crap in the afterlife. What would be the use in dying, then?

Ali

I'd want to take evrything with me....