The other day another youthful fantasy
When a sitcom siren was reportedly involved
In a naked knife-wielding domestic dispute.
Not sure who was supposed to be naked,
But either way,
It kind of killed the memory
Of what she brought to the table.
So with the gossipy news
Taking away the salacious thoughts
I was left with morning conversations
With the coolest old heads I know.
We ran through the dark,
Comparing food choices
That increasing include fewer bouts with sugar
And greater experimentation with lifestyle changes.
When cruised into the morning
Listening to a hoodied meathead
Grunt over creaking knees
As they provided a porn soundtrack to simple leg extensions.
We gathered at the watering hole
A table at the Y where swill coffee goes down
Better than the reality of whatever happens
During a shutdown week.
Farts on planes,
Attempts to move the burning air,
Recirculating an old friend’s Army story of
Clearing back blast areas.
Just another Friday with my mates…