pre-birthdazebliss..........

tonite eye feel like
eye'm 59.9999999999999999999999
until the big six-o tomorrow

where did all that time go
eye'm weigh over the hill
and as eye gaze back
the hill is long-time-gone

kontempating on bob dylan's lyricallyrics
from the song "my back pages"

"in a soldiers stance, i aimed my hand
at the mongrel gods who teach
fearing not that i'd become my enemy
in the instant that i preach
my pathway led by confusion boats
mutiny fromm stern to bow
ah, but i was so much older then
i'm younger than that now"

ah we art a wee bit anti-authoritorian eye surmise
& know thy self as thy own worst enemy
far to often consciously self destructin'....
ah fellow swabbies a good sailor is a bitchin' sailor'
never trust anyone who doth knot show his or her true kolors
(people aren't against you they are just for themselves)
..like a phoenix one must rise from the smokey ashes
& like the death of the zen caterpiller metamorphize
into the metaphorical butterfly

6 minutes & eye'll be 60
too many candles to blow out
all 9 l(katnip(lives already snuffed out
long in the tooth
blind in the tri-focaled i's
but a poetikal heart that sees what most others miss
my life is most likely 3/4's over......maybe 9/10
......floating unconsciously in wakantanka's holy hand

see you all on the flipside.........a hardrainisgoingtofall
a feather for your thoughts.......byebye

will you ztill needme & ztill feedme when eye'm sixty-4