Tales of Disaster and Ineptitude

Nothing ever stops 40 x 50 cm acryl painting by Karin Goeppert

TALES OF DISASTER AND INEPTITUDE

It’s time to rely on my favorite drugs.

Bowl of something pungent. Turkish kebab, 

side-order of fries. Shame tossed out

the window like a slightly warped Frisbee.   

Good to go, I go. No need to dump all

I own into a crippled shopping cart, stumble down a wormhole

the size of the Cow Palace, resurface in ‘73 at a 

Who concert, Pete Townshend pleading with

the crowd to cough up a substitute drummer

for the temporarily distracted (unconscious) Keith Moon

when I am lured on stage, bait being a free six-pack of Bud,

and acquit myself honorably in “Baba O’ Riley”)—

no, I’ll just show up half-shitfaced at dinner parties,

frazzled beyond repair by multiple confusions,

delighting my friends with tales of disaster and ineptitude.

Thank God Carnival is about to start. Party bus packed

with celebrants. Not an introvert in this…what are we precisely,

my dear Watson, menagerie, tableau vivant,

collection of wannabe hipsters? What a thing to wannabe.

Yet, here we are, all hyped up for shock and awe,  

posing for a selfie that future generations can admire,

paradise being whatever you post  

for instant posterity. A bag of glazed doughnuts

in Florida. A smile that won’t quit.