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Special Dispensation December 31, 2007

Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry, Uncategorized.
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There is ice in this chilly climate and here, as winter begins, the talk circles

back around to drought, and the hemorrhaging of the economy and a local sport franchise,

but I don’t seem to be able to concentrate on any of it and I leave it like so much

half cooked fish that was meant to be sushi but the chef decided too late.

Smoking a cigarette, propped against a brownstone on the Upper West Side, I ask myself

damn it, man, can’t you quit at least one bad habit for the New Year?

And, of course, I have no intention of releasing any of my Joneses, they are too comfy

with me and I have no compelling reason to let them go, save myself.

I let the dreams, those ghosts of Christmases past, haunt me for a moment and

I wave off the future as so many smoke rings, looking real then disappearing

in this cold New York air, that I wouldn’t replace with Atlanta or Miami,

although I can see the point of abandoning the winter permanently, the

four seasons being over-rated, the drone of freezing people who would like to escape.

But not me, not now, and I say that with every season, and I have now for these

twenty years and eighty or so seasons, but I’m not looking for a merit badge or

special dispensation, although I admit I’d like its benefits from time to time.

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