This are hard. I had fun writing this, but doubt it's going anywhere.
"This are hard." hmm, yas, and you find English hard, too, dear?
Should have said: These are hard to write.
Alphabet of Aging
after all
...... everybody ages
every body
...... bees to babies
crash that car
...... like a cartoon coyote
down that dinner
...... like a goddamn dog
elbow to ether
...... e-mail to other
it happens fast
......faster than feeling
gets going
...... in the guzzling gut
harbored hell
...... now hell-bent
inches your ice-floe
...... home into
the jail, the jungle
...... the unjust junkyard
of aging, akin to
...... kingdom Kaddish
lullaby lost
...... last longings
unmoored, mother
...... and father, no more
nor neighbor, for need
......nor nestling, for comfort
nor ovum, nor opening
...... longing only
for peace impossible
...... or ripe pears
or queer quiet
......or quenched thirst
no rest results
...... from running down
it’s simply the same
...... sob story
two-timing
...... fleet time
losing, the usual
...... you and your
vivid visions
...... of worthy investments
oh God, the wait
...... worry, waste
extra, excess
...... yet inexorably
when youth evades you
...... be young! be young!
be in the zone
...... of zip and zest
[This message has been edited by Mary Meriam (edited May 11, 2008).]
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