good news

“don’t worry,” I tell my publisher,
“I am in the frying pan and
the flame is turned
high.”

moving toward 72
the dangers of my becoming
complacent and self-satisfied
are damn near
nil.
the gods have
arranged for my
journey
from beginning to
end
to be relentlessly
hellish.
it began with unbelievable
parents
and continues through
an unbelievable
humanity.

you will not find me at
literary gatherings
holding a cocktail
glass.
you will not see me
on tv
as a guest on a
popular
talk show.

you will not see
me
and if you do

I will tell you that
there is nothing to say
that I haven’t already
said
you will not see me with
a groupie on each
arm.
you will not see
me.

the flame is high.

there is nothing to
celebrate.