Hindsight - The Other Reality by Jef Peace - Poetry - Ask Nem5

HINDSIGHT

There’s an emergence, see?
Hidden in a retro-fit of calm urgency.
A dream-like awareness similar in nature
to an O.J.-sodden fit of temper thrust thoughtlessely in my face
forcing a sneeze
Turn away now while I blow my nose

Hindsight being what it is, ya’ know?
Wow! . . . Could I, indeed, have had a V-8?
Garcon! Check please! Pile on table grows larger as pockets deflate.

Where was I? . . . Oh yeah . . .

I see the behind and twist my mind so that it fits the now
Excuses, man, that’s the ticket, the cat’s pajamas, the cat’s meow!
The buck stops where? Never here, Daddy-O!

By the way,

Who-is-that-fat-lady-over-there-yeah-the-one-with-the-electric-blue-hair-yeah-the-one-singin’-for-no-appearant-reason-yeah-the-one-wailin’-off-key-CAN YOU DIG-IT?
She’s standing right there on that frozen lake of fire right below the flyin’ piglet, all dressed up like a Viking ho

Hindsight being what it is, ya’ know?

Yeah, I’ve got a penis, you want it?
Here, it’s yours, no strings attached. Don’t forget to feed it, but don’t let it get fat!
It’s been nothing but trouble I think I’d like to see it go.

Never mind.
Big Brother is watching us mice and Santa already knows who’s naughty and nice
E Pluribus Unum; more silly hype like Jesus loves us all red, yellow, black and white.
I left Paradise looking for Paradise and it turned out to be Hell,
Same crap, different smell.
Then again, I think it smells the same maybe it’s a texture thing. . . . . .
but I digress . . . my thoughts are slow . . .

Hindsight being what it is, ya’ know?

Divergence, convergence, resurgence; a lot of urgence, see?
Where oh where has my little dog gone? Here Kitty, Kitty.
Ignorance is bliss, miss and the cow jumped over the moon.
Life is sweet but death comes so soon.
The Man, the Machine, the Collective Twit;
piety in society who needs this bit?
Am I too forward? Do you think I should go?

Hindsight being what it is, ya’ know?

I never wished I was an Oscar Meyer weiner; does that make me strange?
I never wanted to be home on the range.
I’m a coffee-achiever, a hip-hep-cat-go-getter
not a suave picture of pristine perfection in a Letterman’s sweater.
Now is there egg on my face?
Does my Fruedian slip show?

Well, Baby . . . Hindsight is what it is, ya’ know.

© Jef Peace 1999

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