A new outlook

I start each poem in a file entitled ‘newpissedament.docx’,
I don’t know why. It might be a play on new testament
(not that I’m biblical) but probably I was pissed
(in the alcohol affected sense) at the time I invented it.

Anyway…
it stays until a new era
of change invades.

I have had a lot of new eras to contend
with. In the 60’s it was Woodstock and war,
individual freedoms and emancipation,
and I needed an education adequate
enough to understand it.

In the 70’s I teamed with James Fixx and ran
my damn head off. He died and I moved on,
head empty of pretence, ready to embrace
something different without endorphins
getting in the way.

The 80’s was mainly discontent, distrust of the
establishment, too much rank and not enough
commitment, too little to do and a huge,
bored-to-shit infrastructure to do it with.
Wisely I left.

The 90’s were best. They set me up for the rest
of my life and I thank you bums in Corporate Sydney.
Hey fellows, I’m hang-up free, loving the autonomy
of the open air. So, dudes, how are the stellar careers
and lunar influenced marriages?

2006, a new outlook and life, love the same wife of
thirty seven years, wilfully using MS Office 2007(Beta2)
et. al., aided and abetted by technology I don’t
understand and filing a new poem each day in a
document entitled ‘newpissedament.docx’.
© I.D. Carswell