• a humdinger •

You might find it ironic
for me to describe Chronic,
a story about death and dying,
as ‘a slice of life’.
In fact, throughout,
the question of ‘why?’,
and ‘why me?’,
seems pervasive,
and unanswerable,
which it is, except, for me,
‘and why not?’,
‘and why not (me)?’,
keeps rolling through my head,
instead.
Is it just me, I wonder,
or do others see this life
as an equal opportunity
entity,
or journey,
or what have you,
and that moral judgements
as to good or bad outcomes,
or of success or happiness,
and whatnot, cannot
truly be assessed
until after the final curtain falls,
so you’ll never know it yourself,
truth be told, friend,
being dead and all?
So, it’s a question for family,
and society,
and friends,
and ‘former friends’,
and what have you,
to make the call.
And honestly, who cares
what other people think, anywhoo?
So, don’t complain;
choose to be happy,
or fulfilled, or engaged,
or grateful, or enthralled,
or stoic, or philosophical,
or selfless, or starry-eyed,
or evangelical, or ‘evolved’ –
just between we two,
it’s up to you –
whatever floats your boat.
It’s a one way ride,
and frequently fabulous.
Enjoy the view.
Oh, and on a final note,
the movie (with Tim Roth),
is a humdinger, too.
~ Tim Burchfield
6/3/16

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• so much for vanity •

I remember when I first moved to ‘upstate’, New York, when dressing in ‘layers’, for winter, seemed abhorrent to me: “Oh, no, that might make me look, ‘puffy’!” Oy.
Nowadays, it’s Mr. Michelin Man, all the way. (Or, ‘Sir Bibendum’**, as he was originally known, if you prefer: I know what I look like, underneath.)
So what, if ‘suspenders’ are the only thing keeping my pants from falling to my feet?
It was nineteen degrees (F) out there two nights ago. ‘As long as I’m warm,’ says this South Texas boy, ‘so much the better for me.’ And so it goes.
So much for vanity.
~ Tim Burchfield
3/17/17
**((Bibendum, commonly referred to in English as the Michelin Man, is the symbol of the Michelin tire company. The slogan ‘Nunc est bibendum’ (‘Drink up’) is taken from Horace’s Odes (book I, ode xxxvii, line 1). He is also referred to as Bib or Bibelobis.))

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• pugly point of view •

Humans are clumsy beasts.
They say they won’t step on you.
They’ll even make a big fuss about it,
when you get up (just in case),
to move out of their way, with,
“Hey, I wasn’t gonna step on ya,
little fella, wha’d ya think,
I was gonna step on ya?
I wouldn’t do that, not to you.”
They say they won’t step on you,
and, more often than not,
they don’t even mean to,
but then,
every once in a blue moon,
out of the blue, they do.
~ Trevor the Dog (aka: ‘Tim Burchfield’)
8/24/16

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• being alive •

• being alive •
I went crazy,
mixing my metaphors,
and what a mess I’ve made.
Oh, the decadence,
Oh, the humanity.
Still, I’m full,
with satisfaction,
and gratitude,
to capacity.
And…
damn…
if it doesn’t smell good in here!
Some things are worth breaking.
There’s that, too.
Isn’t being alive,
just, something!!?
~ Tim Burchfield
2/27/16

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• a dyspeptic ‘luv-pome’ (that doesn’t scan) •

• a dyspeptic ‘luv-pome’
(that doesn’t scan) •
“Thinking that your Love, or lover,
Is all ‘goodness’ (and ‘light’?):
Surely, that’s Love, isn’t it?
Shouldn’t we defend it?

For my part, despite the Law,
Of ‘unforeseen consequences’,
I can’t help it.
I think you’re swell.

No, not a ‘magical creature’,
Unless farting counts, as sublime.
I’ve seen (and ‘smelt’) too much, for that.

But, as humans go, pretty great…
A heart as big as Wisconsin,
A soul to beat Sousa’s band!
…Just an ‘old fart’s’ opinion…”
~ Tim Burchfield
9/25/12

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• amaze and wonder •

• amaze and wonder •

“We wear our history
like a second skin,
We’ve no desire to ‘begin again’.
We’re not ashamed
of ‘where we’re at’,
And won’t invest
in ‘tit for tat’.
We’re never ‘bored’,
how could we be,
While there’s ‘amaze’,
and ‘wonder’,
and ‘discovery’!”

~ Tim Burchfield
2/9/13

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• love my body •

• love my body •
Love my body? Well. Somebody’s got to, I suppose, and why not? I read this question this morning, about women loving their own body, and I could really relate to their stories, it was very moving, and informative. Still, being a man, what should that matter, we all have to deal with “imperfection”, not to mention this business of aging, and what’s with the hair growing out the ears, for cripes’ sake, what could possibly be it’s function!? So, good question. About the body, I mean, and loving it. Not always easy. Looking in the mirror, I notice that I try not to turn sideways, love that steam after a shower, God’s photoshop. Now, honestly, it’s no biggie, and you know? I wouldn’t want to go back, even if I could. I like myself, now, bumps, and blemishes, and all, better than I ever did, really, even though I seem to be slowly de-evolving into some semi-aquatic mammal — not a hippo, exactly, more like a paunchy monkey-otter, sans tail. I am at the point where I just laugh at myself, and yet, love, love LOVE, the ‘me’ inside, who I couldn’t love without my body. So I love my body by way of gratitude for all that it does for me, by way of providing opportunities for me to live, and love, and to learn, and to be expressive of all the joy I enjoy, even through the sad times. Love my body? Why, yes, we are old friends, my good buddy body. (Sometimes, I even pat myself on the head, and give it a good rub, like I do with my puppies, and you know? It feels good! Now, that’s the kind of external validation that really does some good, I recommend it highly – when you’re all alone, otherwise, the “looks” you get, oy!)
~ Tim Burchfield
5/20/15

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