I promised myself, when starting up this blog thingy, that I would eventually post some of the poems and lyrics I’ve written over the years. What follows are some lyrics for a song called “Wednesday” that my buddies and I were fortunate enough to record in 1994. The album went triple teflon and the rest is history. Anyway, I’m going to post these lyrics because I am too bummed out to work on anything original. This is because in one of my roto-hockey leagues, I concluded a blockbuster trade the other day to bolster a blueline badly in need of upgrade; it took a week but as of this morning I was the proud owner of Maple Leaf defenceman Bryan McCabe. I had to give up a decent forward – Marian Hossa – and on a straight up basis, it’s a loser trade for me, but you have to keep in mind that I was having trouble getting Hossa into my starting lineup because I am overloaded with forwards and my plus/minus is terrible, which makes me a little shy about putting guys from terrible teams into the mix in the first place.
Anyway, I fairly beamed as I watched Hockey Night in Canada tonight, eagerly following Bryan’s progress around the ice, crossing my fingers in hopes of seeing his first goal for my charges.
He broke his arm in the second period and will be out 6 to 8 weeks. So it goes.
wednesday
wednesday
i was a bad idea
a paradox in the mind of god
inconsistent as the clear blue sky
inconsistent, knowing whya human thought
is always flawed
a disproved subjectivity
but some ideas are much weaker than others
and some ideas belong to skyi believe
forever has no urgency
horizons tell you lies
remembering the simple days
will maybe get you byoverwrought
and past my peak
i’d lost all patience with my mystique
you need to believe that the riddle unfolding
will somehow make some sense