December 31, 2008
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if new means new then old must be you, or is it me that’s you, old then new?
fresh and clean, nasty not mean, hardly a way to live, but more than best to die
for you, not me, but then who for this wasted life or lie to give?
new now, see how, you know, no? why?
oh, see now, me, yeah, that’s who, not i.
b/c you are i, and eye to eye you see my
color of truth that blanched the lie
of me not you, then who? not whom, to me for proof due death
of that me that was to me, not you, but to me for bottomed breath
of life musts, or else the bye, bye, bye.
welcome new, how to do you do? whatever it is you need, bring it now
and see me carry it all, and how!
have a sit, near seated tao, for past is so “you know” now,
or then, it’s old like men, who strain to straighten the bend.
but young, or new, or confuse me too, holler wow!! and laugh to mend
the broken new that once was then
but crease to fold, new to old, becomes when somehow.
glad.
-dickcarter, ’bout damn time
