i can't stress it enough,
my memory is the most
worthwhile kind of movie
that i'd come and see
most of the time...
one new year's eve...
      an odd gathering of
people you wouldn't
usually see under one room...
and there's me drinking...
then there's me
holding a child by his
legs, upside-down...
swinging him,
         and him laughing...
then i'm on all my fours,
crawling, and two children
jumping on me,
   and asking me to be a pony...
but dangling that boy
by his legs upside-down...
that stuck with me...
perhaps it was just because
of the laughter.
i feel sorry for people who've had
their memory erroded by
something like pythagoras
and trigonometry...
      to have forgotten one's child,
that is oneself...
     and then to bring up children;
what a sad affair,
        never escaping the educational
cycle of events,
        on a carousel of constant
re-         re-        +        -peat...
still, dangling that boy by
his feet, upside down, and swinging
him, and his laughter...
       well... i also could have been
a father.