Happy New Year.

Nausea

When did all of this nausea begin?
I remember, conversing, with my friends:
Good old cabbage head, our own king.
And the double-eyed one and silly trick-knee
with long puffed bones
and sweet skull's earphones
stringing him along saying,
"Who sings that song?"
and "keep it that way".

I would have laughed louder, longer,
Had I know then:
The best things...
How they live to end!