May 1, 1978
?:?? p.m .
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Celebration"
Whoopee These stale tortilla chips (still fresh after a night in a bag) sure taste good Wow Five bong hits and I Enjoy the Elvis Costello album As its tape winds Across the reel For the third time But despite the "binge" I still feel detached From my being And my friends It'll all change soon I hope I wish I pray Life plays out it's chapters in reality We wait for each, breathlessly Then close our eyes when We don't want to analyze the words I want to analyze the words But I'm afraid. The enjoyment will come later I'm sure of that Someday.....someday..... So I'll raise a glass to optimism And celebrate my 25th Year as a product Of existence Whoopee
copyright 2001 Michael F. Nyiri
