New Year 2022

It’s another new year.

I thought I”d die in the Kennedy Missile Crisis as the sirens blared

And we kneeled beside the school wall kissing our asses good bye.

Country Joe and the Fish sang our song in later the years

This Beatles gave us hope.

We were hippies fearing the expansion of war to nuclear.

We guessed we’d not live till 30.

Then Acid rain was going to kill us and the Ozone layer escape

Millennial madness hit and the computer were supposed to die en mass

Still 9-11 and the Dessert Storm Arms Bazaar carried on then Afghanistan

Spotted creatures became extinct then reappeared. We cried for the pretty ones.

Some one finally fed the Africans.  

The Arctic was supposed to disappear. Al Gore said so and made millions of dollars 

It remained.  Despite a trillion dollars little changed but the weather. 

Real estate prices in Winnipeg didn’t rise but ocean front property sky rocketed.

Vancouver because the most expensive real estate in the world and a source of great money launderer.

Oceans rising and skies falling, Obama bought in a tiny black water front community in a white enclave

Rodney Dangerfield was not forgotten. Trump and Biden gave the comics rich material

Trudeau looked like a meth addict staying in his mother’s basement flying private jets to millionaires islands.

The truth is more fantastic than fiction,

All the while China built armies and white porn of American girls sold to excess army age males.

White girls.

Racism. 

26 churches burnt to the ground in Canada. Religious persecution.  

I went to work.   I’d survived car crashes, truck crashes, motorcycle crashes, boat crashes and plane crashes.

I thought I’d die over and over again.  Patients pointing guns at me when I said no to demands for illegal drugs.

My dog killed as warning by gangs. The administration always blaming me.  Perfectionism demanded by the peevish

I’m still here. I’ve died so many times in my mind. He told me he would see that I never left and my mind would be his.

There is evil. I have looked in the face of the lowest banal bullies and might in right in their world.

Steal a little and they put you in jail. Steal a lot and they make you king.

I’ve found reading Voltaire and Solomon appealing. I know Jesus.  

My favorite song is ‘always look on the bright side of life’.

And Wilbury’s, ‘we’re going to the end of the line’.

I’ve died in my mind countless times.

The Muslim gang screaming ‘infidel. Infidel’ ripping the cross from my throat and trying to put me on the ground to kick me.

I’ve run from everything. I’m a coward. I avoid pain and I flee.

Boys bleeding kicked in the head, another gang trying to corner me , I ran, but bodies blocked the way.

I’m afraid.  I have these recurring intrusive thoughts of bullies in high place letting me know I can disappear.

They’re surrounded by men with guns and sit in pristine expensive offices in high buildings.

I work the streets. I’m down in the muck. I dodged the knife.  I did die of the diseases those with me did.

I got some. I’ve been sick.  I’ve wanted to die I’ve been so sick.

Yet here I am another year.

I pray and mediate and look to God today and tomorrow. Life beyond.  Yea though I walk in the valley of the shadow of evil.

It’s a new year,  I’m weary.  This last year was hard. Some years are.  

I don’t want to think of Nuremberg each day. 

I don’t want to be reminded of the evil of history and the banality of evil,

I don’t want to face the dangerous stupidity. 

I want to run away but there is only death and it’s just a walk

Keep on truckin,

God is good all the time.

Thank You Jesus for another year.