That damned phone, my bride declares, is your mistress, your mobile paramour, object of your desires and confessions, your intimate moments, and lusty caresses. (Source: "Mobile Midwife I", 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) Heheh... Excerpted from a piquant volley between an exasperated bride and an OS-obsessed deadbeat husband. These opening lines are all but cribbed from the beguiling lips of ...
Midlife Poems
12 Steps
Linguistic liposuction. Words are my opium, my Holy Grail, my Dulcinea del Toboso. Stop hoarding. Start purging. End binge. Launch fast. Replace forty pounds with forty poems. Paunch for poetry. One year. Go... (Source: "12 Steps: A Minifesto", 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) Linguistic liposuction?!?! Believe it. You needed appreciate it, but you must believe it. This ...
Pocket Rocket
[This post was originally published on July 2. 2012 on 40x41.com.] No pimped out pocket rocket. No selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors, erectile dysfunction tips, or magic carpet rides to the front steps of your posh brownstone, permission slip pinned to your pima, wine-dyed tuxedo shirt. Sometimes the only way to figure out what something is is by affirming what it is not. Not the most ...
Choice
Lard clings to my jelly belly and assimus maximus, but melts away elsewhere. Bullshit! It doesn’t melt. That’s poet talk, and yesterday’s wine is tomorrow’s vinegar. Melts becomes drips becomes oozes becomes slippery. “Pare away pretty poetry,” I beg my puffed up parody in the mirror. “Stand up straight. Drop the mask. Shed the costumery. Lose the skin of the lion…” If ...
What If?
What if I could overcome debilitating bugaboos and bust forty’s balls? Vanquish the to do list, purge my doughy paunch (literal and figurative), de-quarantine the drafts, indulge my latent doodler, transform the next decade into a parade of firsts and at lasts… What if? (… from Midlife Crisis Averted Postponed. 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) ...
On Turning Forty
“This is it,” my father sighed when he turned forty. “This is it,” he repeated throughout the next decade. I wondered if this it was hardwired, if it was in my DNA. I decided it wasn’t. No it for me. Fast track the adventure. (Source: "On Turning Forty", 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) [Excerpted from a four-part introspective poem that fluctuates between prosaic and caustic, ...