Dave Fragments is a writer and scientist, fascinated by heterogeneous catalysis as well as science fiction and the written word.
Who was this Robby Burns to saddle us with "Old Acquaintance be forgot"?
Each year begins a new not old. Why should we look back in sodden splendor?
Why should the promises of the past be held to our eyes?
Drinkin', smokin' and whorin' was last year's promise.
Give a hey nonnie nonnie and a ho for my prong,
A pint for yer path and the wind on me bare back,
The blue air, the red passion, a bright white brilliance closing the act.
Then sleep, precious sleep. Oblivion of my soul, of my thoughts, of my resolve, of dreams gone by.
Snake eyes and Black Jacks thrill me now. Hie me hardies.
Bring me your fortunes, your monies, your everyday concerns that I may double up and down in any how town,
That I may spin the wheels and count the cards and pile the chips.
This be the New Years promise. The babe in swaddling offered as vice-roi.
To grow, as all things grow. And then to die.
Kudos from the crowd, from the watchers, for the tenacity of life anew and the dreams of things to come.
Oh thou, my tiny mustard seed, my providential vision, my pledge for the Year to come.
I give you all my industry, all my best wishes, all my aspirations,
So that next year I may say:
Who was this Robby Burns to saddle us with "Old Acquaintance be forgot"?
Each year begins a new not old. Why should we look back in sodden splendor?
Why should the promises of the past be held to our eyes?
Dave Fragments is a writer and scientist, fascinated by heterogeneous catalysis as well as science fiction and the written word.