Rust

when i was a boy

we’d climb

the suspension bridges

 

hoist ourselves up

to the cables

and grab on

 

gloves always helped

 

we'd grasp at the

cold metal

look down

at the roadbed

the icy water

300 feet below

and never think

about falling

or maybe

it would be

the boom

of a construction crane

suspended above

the top of a

sixty story skyscraper

hawks screaming past

our ears

 

but now

i only watch

as the bacon grease

congeals

and wonder

about its lustrous sheen

as it forms a plug

that you can swallow

if you like

and think

how did I get to be

so old?

 

 

Reviews

[roarke]

all bacon aside... you've got the blueprint for the fountain of youth before you. Your piece deftly brought the essence of youth to life in a few strokes, holographic emotion. In age, we redefine adventure so it doesn't include death defying trapeze work...
Excellent stuff.

[Kenneth The Poet]

You nailed it that's for sure.

[Ed Hart]

one thing for sure, the things we did as boys, set the course for our lives...and, being crazy unafraid helps in getting that first date