Jan/Feb 2003 • Poetry |
where things went wrong
life
gets more screwy
every dayand I don't like it
I liked it better
when I didn't have to play dodge 'em
on the highway
with all the beam-me-up-scotties
with cell phones in their earsI liked it better
when the crazy person on the sidewalk
talking to the air
really was a crazy person talking to the air
and not a dweeb yuppie
talking to his dweebette girlfriend
on some kind of phone thing too small
for me to even seeI liked it better when men were hard
and women were soft and cars had fins
and the president was smarter than the
average dumbass drunk at the corner barI liked it better
when Desi loved lucy
and Georgeous George was the meanest guy
in tv wrestlingI liked it better
when a microwave
was what your girlfriend did
when she was across the room with her parentsI liked it better
when I was younga real up-and-comer
and the pretty girl on the park bench
was waiting for me