Taoist Toast

January 5, 2009 at 5:58 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 17 Comments
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The mad tumult and exalt

Voracious, widemouthed

Laughing cup runneth over

Bustle and shoulder bumping

Crowd fills the house

With celebrate pontificate

Madden enbadden and let none

Remain uncorrupted nor untouched

By selfindulgent gratulations

Glasses raised and toasting

This novelty profuse.

No more shall we beg

The breath of the dead

Henceforthwith we shall rename

Our dreams as plans instead

And ring in this most magnificent

confabulation of days,

The Year Of Doing Things.

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