When thirty nine sashayed in with her bodacious tatas and voluptuous curves I panicked. My dormant radar quivered to life. “Beware: Temptation.” flashed the neon pulse. And I knew. Heed not Calypso's hypnotic hips and waspy midriff, those painted lips, that coquettish paisley smile, her saccharine song. I knew it was a trap. (Source: "Calypso", 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) A ...
Midlife crisis
Wrinkles
"You know that you have officially HIT at total midlife crisis when you get acne on your wrinkles." ~ Comic Strip Mama ...
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 ...
Midlife Crisis Averted
The dusty caboose of my fourth decade lumbers closer, closer. Hobo instincts flutter. Pack light. Jog alongside. Jump aboard. Stow away. Still. Stillness in motion. I resist; the urge subsides. The caboose rumbles past. Silence. Solitude. (... from Midlife Crisis Averted Postponed. 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) ...
Mission Reboot
By twenty I’d be a poet. By thirty, a novelist. By forty, a memoirist. Perhaps a decade anon I’d expire telling stories By a babbling brook With a smoldering fire And a jug of wine. At thirty nine I took inventory. The workbench was sow backed But the warehouse was bare... (Source: "Mission Reboot", 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) This is an excerpt from one of the ...