Ain't

Hi. Today's Friday.
Yah, today's Friday.
Thinking about you.
What you got on your mind?
Get together, maybe.
Do something today, maybe,
Got mommy duty.
Got to make plans.
Got to get out of the house.
Got to be by myself for a while.
Friday. Yah, Friday.
Play them old records.
Hear them old songs.
Got to get my life started again.
This time. Another time,
Can't do it the same old way.
Don't know how to do it.
Got to just listen,
Don't matter to what.
The tune will pass by,
Whether you listen or not.
Got to listen anyway.
It never happened the way we thought it did, anyway,
So there ain't no reason to try to do it the same way again.

This poem made me think about routines, to me routine is the glue that holds us together. If every day were truly new and different, the chaos would boggle the mind.

Les

resisting routine does not necessarily bring chaos to me most of the time.
it renews freshness of perspective.
and all kinds of patterns of behaviour reassert themselves even when I get to 'no-mind'
like, I almost always spell 'behavior' the British way, the way I learnt it when I was most flexible, in my early twenties.
I appreciate the need for glue, though, and believe it is almost universal.
still, since I was about seven, I have systematically tried not to act habitually most of the time.
It is a lot of work though, since bad habits still form more easily than good ones.
and I titled this poem ain't because it is one of those usual, ordinary words that's been around since Shakespeare [and maybe Chaucer, I forget] which the grammarian dictionary makers since the nineteenth century in New England insist ain't a proper English word at all.

Every once in awhile, I start shaving the left side of my face first, brushing my bottom teeth before the top, and putting one sock and one shoe on before starting on the other foot. But I absolutely refuse to part my hair on the right.

I enjoyed this.

Joe

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/29/2012 09:52AM by hpesoj.