YEAR ON THE FLOOR

Please don’t call me a drunkard,
it’ll only make me sore.
I much prefer “inebriate”
while I’m down here on the floor.

I’m usually an upright guy,
right down to the core,
but, my balance slides when I imbibe,
while I’m down here on the floor.

I haven’t gotten up in months,
the dust bunnies are a bore,
I hoped to sober up real soon
while I’m down here on the floor.

I have no use for labels,
I’ll show you to the door
if I could reach the table
from down here on the floor.

Well, today’s the anniversary,
I might go down in lore
and be that guy who yes, did lie
a whole year on the floor!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

Quickly – Open the Book: Year of the Flood

BOB DYLAN THOMAS

Do not think twice because it’s alright,
Sad eyed lady standing in the rain;
Lay lady, lay in your blue gown at night.

I’ve been gone far too long from your sight,
Here with the Memphis blues again
Do not think twice because it’s alright,

I miss home, a hurricane still full of fight,
Knock, knocking on heavens door, my friend,
Lay lady, lay in your blue gown at night.

Stuck inside of Mobile, far from sight,
A hard rain’s gonna fall, Zimmerman!
Do not think twice because it’s alright.

Brave men, lovesick and blue, too uptight,
find the right to love just like a woman,
Lay lady, lay in your blue gown at night.

Along the watchtower the question is right
The answer is blowing in the wind
Do not think twice because it’s alright,
Lay lady, lay in your blue gown at night.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

dVerse Poets Pub – MTB: Bob Dylan

The words of Bob Dylan written as Dylan Thomas’ “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night”

 

LONG AWAY IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR AGO

The rebels had returned to secrecy.
Darth Lucas, the Sith Lord of Cinema
had relinquished his throne. He wished
to spend more time with his family.

The insidious Grand Moff Mouse
has risen within the Empire
being the central figure in its uprising.
It wasn’t surprising since the best plans

of mice and men often go astray.
In his own way, he had his three fingered mitts
in the soup for a while. The Mouse would smile
when thoughts of his upward mobility

had come to rest in this future planned.
Always out manned, but never out moused,
the Death Star had been converted
for the purpose of amusement and it sent

ripples through the Farce, its dark power
would glower in the shadow of the great
Sphere. It was very clear. You should never
underestimate the dark side of this farce.

Mouse-eared Clones from far and wide come to hide
in the Endor-Be-All Sanctuary to honor the Big Cheese,
It is a scary place where animals with faces
roam freely, all in character.

Never was there a more wretched
hive of scum and villainy since Mos Eisley.
Merchandise is the prize and all eyes
focus on a well scripted future.

The Mouse will drool as the Empire
rules all in its domain. And the division of
power is sadly not in the plans.
That’s how it will flow, long away
in a galaxy far, far ago.

© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 10: FUTURE

BATTLESTAR SCIATICA

Across the galaxy to the small of my back,
just below two cracked vertebrae.
A start just like any other day
in a week not unlike any other still.
A stabbing pain radiating; debilitating
and traveling southward, with an outward
expression of an excruciating grimace
across my face. Phasers set to numb
and extraterrestrial images come to mind.
Alien vs Predator, a battle to the death
in the small of my back; a sciatic attack.
Other missions scrubbed while my condition
doubles me over, a voodoo curse.
I wish it’d get better before I get worse.
Dark Side 1 – Poet 0.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

POETIC ASIDES Day 10 (Suffering)