an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Monday, April 17, 2006

Wrinkly

line dry only

the wrinkly old men
wear depends to bed

and sneeze into tinged-yellow
white handkerchiefs

I'd love to know what
surmises their past's surprises

as they lay in bed dreaming of
girls and the '50's

I try to remember the old men
I have never met

and not one of them told me
"I wish I were pretty"

so let them be wrinkly
because prunes taste just as good

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