Whatever happens
I wrote this poem way back in 1973. It was part of my ground-breaking first book that was meant to be a multi-dimensional wonder. It included cartoons, drawings, poems and three surreal sections.
I loved it.
Everybody else found it incoherent and impossible to read.
I have read nothing quite like it – That is probably because nothing like that ever gets published. Publishers have this prejudice against unreadable books that are utterly surreal and uncommercial.
Never mind.
They’ll catch up one day.
I think that book has the distinction of me being the only person who actually read it from cover to cover!
Whatever happens
Whatever happens
I’ll have been
If not
And back.
With more tales of this and that
To while away
A dreary day
And whisper in the dark.
Whatever happens
I’ll see it only once
And never as it was before.
Whatever happens
I don’t care
I’ve not been here before.
Who cares about tomorrow
Someplace else
To get lost in and dream awhile
And if I think I’m full
I’ll rest a lifetime to unwind.
Opher 1973