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Null Hypothesis

It’s often proclaimed :
more statement than observation
the speaker knows they will be wrong,
almost certainly knew they would be,
fervently, if they truly believed :
“ he/she won’t see 30.”
He didn’t –
beer talk prediction was fact.

Mike,
never Michael, plus
mad as a prefix, an additional Christian name
Mad Mike, followed by his surname –
all one word.
Drowned,
years ago, piloting his fishing boat
through a storm,
through dangerous waters, through fear, through warnings
all the other boats stayed ashore.
The last of his 99 lives.
In another of the previous 98
his car slid off the edge of a steep road
teetering on a several hundred foot fall
he claimed out onto terra firma
then clambered back to the car
removed the battery
saying, it was new
and well the price of a decent battery.

Author:

Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.