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A coworker once warned me
"You'd better have a plan when you retire."
I half-joked, I was going to "turn lizard and sleep on a rock
and have the most spectacular weeds on the block."
Eventually I retired .... without a plan.
A rather reckless split-second decision.
I'd grown tired of the rats and the piper man.
Endless role-playing- shallow shop talk-the mundane tasks.
Halls filled with frog-mouthed back jabbers.
So, I walked away without a parade.
Like I'd done in high school decades before.
I tasted the illusion of freedom but was thoroughly clueless.
There was also the slow simmer of terror in my brain pan.
I retired without a plan.
40 hours/per is a large black hole to placate.
Goals are vague, a lounge in the shade of no urgency.
I've no sharp desire to tango with a society that's turned frantic and feral.
A hyper-rabid froth of mayhem and peril.
Time has turned into an amphetamine-popping entity.
While space is imploding and fragmenting.
My thinking is shallow, condensed without continuity.
I retired without a plan.
The months are blowing by.
Loves die, painting black holes where there once was light.
Acquaintances drifting away in nonchalant clusters.
I feel little desire to shock the world.
I sleep like a drunk infant.
Exhaustion is a treasured friend that stayed too long.
My hygiene has taken a big hit.
There are no company picnics to prim for.
I'm waddling around the last bends.
Paying hell's rent...a few months in advance.
I sleep on a rock bathed in blue light.
I retired without a plan, then turned into a lizard man.
The Mockingbird sings out his misleading best,
in hopes to attract a dupe with a nest,
where the squatter believes mate’s eggs should belong;
so mimics and jabbers uncountable songs.
Catbirds and Thrashers, related critters,
both grey North Americans sport throats of a twitter.
These gifted Warblers mock tricky bird tunes,
deceiving, deluding as feathered dragoons.
In fairness to balance the Tweeters’ intent,
creating, demanding a need to invent
a song to attract a new or lost mate:
so, a beacon to follow and commitment to state.
EXAMPLE MOCK SONGS
whistling, hey-hey yip pittie-yap
frog gurgle, snarf-chickie claw-saw
peep peeping piccolo-staccato bleat
sniftering chit-chat, yodel-do do
snerling, rat trap, blah tat-tat-tat
crunchy nasal chirp, coo-coo-coo
Blind date is handsome, and was great until his mouth opened.
He jabbers on, not noticing I have not said anything for eight minutes.
My corpse is walking away, my flesh falls off. I turn to bones.
He does not notice.
Wait! I need fresh lipstick to do this properly.
Mommy says any girl would be lucky to land me, he tells me.
Mom says I am a catch. Mom says you would be lucky to snap me up.
Mommy says any girl would….
Sure, if you want a girl instead of a woman, I think.
I reach for my reddest lipstick. Paint my lips.
Smack them He is still rambling.
Mom says….
I dot my cheeks with my lipstick, rose red.
I start making circles around my chin.
Jabbering stops. What are you DOING? He asks me.
Monster boy comes out. I am relieved when he returns to his mommy.