The party is over:
It hurts where I used to
play
I’ve become invisible
To women of a variety
Of ages
As I let myself go
Here and there
Spilling out of my shirt
And sides
My orgasm sounds have
become
My pissing sounds
Whereas a few years ago
I was enjoying the field
Now I enjoy watching
Marathon episodes
Of new comedies or
Action thriller series
I no longer think
About relationships
Or maybe “this one will
work”
Or anything like that
I watch friends
Try and try again
relationships
Meh
I don’t want to share my
time
With anyone anymore
Time is precious
I don’t want to learn to
deal
with idiosyncrasies
Or live with anyone
Or listen to their
bullshit
Or neurosis
No I’m content to putter
About my home
Make art
Play guitar
And parent my children
As I prepare
To enter the third
quarter of my life
I’m cool with it.
The road:
I’m tired of it
Tired of being on it
It no longer is fun
Anymore
I loathe hotels
Airports
And bus terminals
The smell of an airplane
As you get on
Dry and fake
The fart smell of a bus
The air conditioning
Wheezing away
I’ve noticed
That people no longer
Talk to one another on
buses
I think because everyone
Is exhausted and
overwhelmed
And overloaded
By life
That and they’re
endlessly
On smart phones, tablets
And other technology
Whereas people on planes
Still chat each other up
Probably because of some
Base fear of dying alone
In a plane crash
I do like being in fancy
hotels
And looking like I don’t
belong
Sitting there in my
paint covered
Clothes
Tired, grubby looking
And worn out
Sometimes I’ll get asked
if I’m staying
There to which I’ll
reply
“No, but can I just stay
in the lobby
like five more hours?”
and security is called
and then I produce my
key card
and identification which
is verified
at the front desk
and the person or person
who complained
look all confused and
angry
All while I smile and laugh
savouring that feeling
like I’ve created a new
way
to hurt someone’s
feelings
nom nom nom nom
it feeds me
being able to be in a
confrontation
where I know I’m totally
right
and there’s nothing they
can do
about it.
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