

Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way.
The author of Lucky Jim was born on this day in 1922.
Consciousness is Overrated
Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way.
And that wasn’t his last mistake
there was a pattern to his madness
why did everything have to come
with a warning label
why couldn’t life be simple like in the good old days?
Simple Watson,
because life is
a continual force
to be reckoned with
a seismic disturbance
a belch
a fart
that won’t be contained
erupting
at leisure
and at the most inopportune times
like when you’re sitting in the hot tub with
your honey
or during the quietest moment of the movie
in a packed full theater
when the two young lovers
are in a hot embrace
and some-one didn’t shut their cellphone
Dummy
retard
as you cuss loudly
to no one in particular
as they try to find
their damned phone
in the bottom
of a really
huge
black bag
in a blacker theater
in the DARK
you moron
SHUT THE DAMN PHONE!!
And then
you remember that you had an appointment
and you shouldn’t be here
in this theater
YOU should have called
WHY CAN’T YOU CALL?
And the all-knowing
unchanging
godlike creature that you
once thought
was the world
IS THE WORLD
and screams
yet again
in your ear
WAKE UP
the world
SUCKS
and you have to pay attention
or it will suck you in
chomp on you
and then spit you out
and no one
will ever love you ever
again
because you’re OLD
and stupid.
AND your rotten carcass
will be attracting Aussie flies
you know, the ones
that no matter how hard
you try to brush them away
will stick like lint
to your alligator skin
because you’re doing it all WRONG!
Because you refuse
to get off this stiff dead horse
of a life
and the town’s
Merry-Go-Round
the one you’ve been riding
since kindergarten
is going out of business.