once Harry caught wind of it he held
by its shorthairscouldnt help himself he
yammered at least once whenever they met and often several times if they wound
through gatherings among tippling pairs trios and clutches
it hadnt occurred him that itd be
a bitch accompanying Harry
he toutedintroduced him as his wingman he had a weakbut metastisising
concept what that was called him Guse some character
from a Cruise film and for his appointment he heard all Harrys lines ad nauseam
Don’t let the old man in.
Wha
A Toby Keith song.
Whos that
Toby Keith.
You’re not impressed.
Im not itd be unlike me to pay attention to anyone
named Tobysmacks of inbreeding or
unimaginative parents like they were
naming a pet not a child
But be that as it may lets
get to the crux of your revelationyour monotonous refrain
Don’t let the old man in?
Crushed it
Why the predilectiondo you think yare going to
forget itbit like In God We Trust old man is likely stamped on your brain like a
coin
Its approaching a mantra
It’s true though.
So be it
Give it a restgetting old anya
wouldnt want that now woudya
You’re not funny.
Im not trying to be
Canya
remember the last thingthe last story you related to me before ya invited me to
a dog a Great Danes birthday partywhich I got to say is extraordinary unto
itself Also given you know I am not
fond of dogs an have cats
Tryin to get me
killed because of my scent
No.
No Yawerent tryin to get me killed or no ya don recall
No. I don't recall.
Better find your old man an shake
him down
What was the story?
Your story
Almost got knocked ass over
teakettle when the Dane slammed into your legs as you were pouring champagne into flutes
Ohyeah!
There you go
Yes, I recall. What of it?
You said ya felt like an old man when
ya staggered backwardsgrabbing the kitchen tablestopping yourself from falling However in your head you saw yourself stumble like
playing cards shuffled staccato stopmotion stumbling like an old man devoid of
a young mans agility
I recall.
Then you also recall you said that
you nearly fell over like an old man Out
loud
Yes I did.
For someone whos preaching Don
let the old man in why woudya make that admission Its like sending up a flare against a black
night declaring yare an old man
I dare say the women you were pouring champagne for didnt see whaya
imagined in your head Did they say ya almost
went over like an old man or did they marvel that ya didnt spill a drop which you insist yadid not
I did not.
I don’t know what they saw;
they didn’t comment on my staggerin . .
. . Staggered by a Great Dane
running into you
Who wouldnt have been You either are
or arent but crying old man out loudcatching its echo off the canyon isnt
helping your cause
Ya either are or arent
Harry stood there looking at him mute
One other thing Ill say
A young man wouldnt
attend a birthday party for a Great Dane I don care how fuckin attractive its owner is
1504, Day-between-Two-Ts, 8 12.
21
1141, Saturday,
making an
exception 12-11-21 too much fun!
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