“ . . . my old cracked shoes weep . . . ” i
“ . . . turning an ankle is a Pavlovian fait accompli” ii
In the desert
of suburban house
Over fifty and it’s over
Friday at three
Sealed with a kiss
CEO unreined brat
A kiss and dismissal
Crass no class
Loud crude and dull
You killed the swan
False drunk miss
(role model for your girls)
“For men [and women] love the fall of the righteous” iii
Too old so go
The way we live now
Taken a vow
Poetry and poverty
Words and dignity
Tomes of integrity
The right to choose
Not to color gray hair Never played your games
i Kerouac, Jack. Desolation Angels. (New York: Riverhead Books, 1995). p. 6.
ii Ibid., p. 84.
iii Dostoevsky, Fyodor. The Brothers Karamazov. (New York: Vintage Classics, 1991). p. 312.
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