Those Days

 

Used to love those days

I created absurdities.

I could unravel the mind

and make no sense of

any kind, putting Z before

A, running the stream up

hill, shoveling snow in

summertime. Crazy stuff,

you know. Then there

were those days when I

could make sense out

of anything, a lamp on

a table and flowers in

a vase where they were

meant to be, the essence

of reality. There are 5^th

dimensional days, days of

extraterrestrial universe-

ality, days of liverwurst

on rye to eat. Oh, and

the States of Missouri and

Rhode Island, states of crazy

out of my mind. In the Book

of Genesis, I believe it is said,

God created the seventh day,

Sunday, as a day of rest. Per-

sonally, I find Mondays and

occasionally Fridays work best

for me. God made his only son

a carpenter. We were never

told if he was any good at

that. I find Sundays tediously

dull. As for me, some days I

create; some days are a hell

of a waste, biblically speaking

that is.

             -30-

Chris Hanch 1-18-2021