A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
Another year older I get vampires now Now seven hours older, my eyes open. It's Father's Day and I have to decide how we'll celebrate. No one wants to get up. My wife prattles about this or that and all I can think is hammock, served mixed concoctions, woozily sleep in the warmth, shade, whatever I need during the quiet Sunday hours, to not think of the college dropout, the girl who became a boy, of the woman who diminishes me for neglected chores a day before my key to a city of redemption. I can rule any way I know how -- chose a meal fit for a king. But, I idle in bed thinking how can I appease them, make a right choice, have a guilty pleasure, or two, like a cigar I'd never smoke, fine liquor I never imbibe. I can't choose. More alone, uncelebrated and ready to be another day older like a vampire who seemingly never ages because he doesn't linger over a washed out image in a steamy mirror -- a mix of blindness, forgetfulness and deliberate fogginess to recollect a man free of family, free to wave fully collected, blond follicles and flex a steel body over four cylinders on two wheels, to push this machine to 90 -- wheel beyond well-traveled roads and find the hidden creek where she laid on a river bank, drunk on beer until stars melded into one raging fire, fire I could stoke... dim-lit, I draw the shades for another hour, but not until night like a vampire, because it rains this afternoon and they have other plans. 6.20.21 36 lines, free verse I don't know, just went with it. Thoughts of aging, worth, etc. as a man whose is supposed to be king for a day, I guess? Sounds like a character build up for another post 45 Tim Allen movie. |