Age

They left you impassioned impossibilities,
They say.
Forged runner out of a glass fire,
How fast does glass run?
How far does glass run?
Penniless fiend with a knack for whatever
The hell, whatever the hell it is you're
Talking about, one or two may understand,
And they don't matter. 

Oh, well, you're missed, you say,
They say. 
Diamond-headed face that glows in the
Sun, brighter shiner for people to smile at,
But you don't make any money.
Some look, some talk,
But you don't make any money.

Stage-frightened weasel knows a deaf
Man has not known the taunts of demons,
So you wander left,
No,
Read the whole thing, and read your
Deaf partner's section too since he's
Out sick. You ungrateful fool, look
At how young your mom is.
She'll never look like this again.
I can't remember if I was required to
Remember this, remembering at all
Means I'm all out of excuses, bucko:
Should have cut my legs off and
Run a marathon, bucko,
Should have looked looser
Than tight as skintight skin, bucko,
Should have harbored the love
In your mother's eyes, bucko,
But you listened to the sound
Of your own voice,
Then you grew older and never
Returned,
Then you grew older and confused
Colors,
Then you grew older and left your
Mouth agape.

Hairless, elegant,
Coldwood floor for naked feet,
Naked, a trophy, you wish,
You wish,
You wish,
You wish
The stench of sex diluted your tongue.

Copyright © Daniel Handschuh | Year Posted 2025

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