Main Street SolipsismA Poem by JRLike a fixture, or a stamp there every night in your usual posture fingers gripping the beer just right white pharmaceutical teeth in mute and a practiced grin, you’re there for the ladies and the warm of the room pressed cotton button up in a non-offensive color, relaxed jeans bought folded off the shelf in Wal-Mart hugs for everyone, welcome them into your scent cloud, manufactured for this moment it’s all high-fives and knuckle pounds and maybe a little guitar when the time is right because you’re here for the ladies the same three or four, rotating like Pisces or Leo or Gemini between bedrooms and apartment building trysts when the husband is away; Every year, your hair becomes more gray every year, your joints hurt a little more every year, you wonder when you’ll start losing your marbles or your dick but you pretend not to care, you have your place by the bar you’re there for the ladies, you’ve worn a groove in the concrete with your patterned walk; As a solipsist, I know I exist but I’m beginning to have my doubts about you © 2020 JR |
Stats
16 Views
Added on March 1, 2020 Last Updated on March 1, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
|