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By
Bruce Bressack
1/15/2004
Boomers
But, I must say that, in retrospect, sticking to my 2003 resolutions 'cattle-prodded' me into "dropping some weight".
That's right. I lost 25 (no more Entenmann's Crumb Cake) pounds. Just a few more to go before this mere mortal, with ever increasing foibles, can claim final victory!
So, what resolution tops the 2004 'hit parade'? Publish two, that's right two, books of 'Poetry & Musings'.
Being the driven sort, I recently cracked open my dusty-musty-trusty writer's "treasure chest" (a.k.a., the big blue plastic box in the basement).
Days later, I was still sifting through the piles of scribbled, torn, scratched, mauled, illegible, and sometimes incoherently-indecipherable, poems and stories.
But, I survived the task, and am now assembling the first book called, 'Poems from the Past'.
'Poems from the Past' represents the pre-1975 (before-I-settled-down) phase of my life, and will be published in March 2004. Excerpts from the book are shown below.
By the way, the working title for the second book is, 'Poems from the Future'. Catchy? Maybe? More to follow....
Of Mice and Pigs
When I think of politics, I think of a long, cold, darkened passage, of which, only a few mice know of its opening, and they’re keeping it to themselves.
The Friction in Buying Groceries
As I was waiting in line at the supermarket, this old woman, with all her aging reason, was trying to run this young girl to the ground with her shopping cart, because this girl, sort of, cut ahead of her at the check-out counter.
This old man beside me kept saying, “What the hell is going on here, my god, keep moving, come on lady, let’s go, what the hell is going on here”.
He said all this in a whisper, that I could barely hear, and I was right next to him.
Possibly, a fear of retaliation, by shopping cart, stood in the way of his speaking any louder.
The Fragmented Comedy
Man has been known to turn useless, junked fables, into historic legends.
He has also been known to jump in front of a bull, take the bull by its horns, kill the bull, and then blame the bull for getting in his way.
Do You? Can I? If So? Let's Go!
Do You? Can I? If so? Let’s Go!
Bruce Bressack is a singer-songwriter, producer and freelance writer currently living in New England. He’s a 52 year old baby-boomer, ex-Yuppie, ex-New Yorker, guitar-slingin’, piano-slappin’, finally ‘retired’, television tube lover...
Bruce Bressack can be reached at bbressack@hippopress.com