Now, more than ever,
it is critical.
I will dance tonight
at the party,
at fifty.
Fifty!
(Hell’s bells,
how?)

And why?
you might ask,
is it so critical.
To show nothing
to no one
but me.
I am alive.
Now!
and Now!
and Now!

I’ve taken my One-a-day
for 18,250 straight,
I’m vitameganized.
The ticker is a tocking
the breath is unbelabored,
no fungi grows
'tween my wiggly toes,
these knobbily knees
goose greased!
Testicles jump
like beans in a bag.

Sweating Meatloaf rivulets
in my frilly shirt and vest,
the young ladies giggle
perhaps at my expense,
c'est la vie.
I say;
dignity shmignity
man alive,
I’m a twitching worm
on a hot rock!
and Halleluiah!
I‘m the dashing
silver-pronged devil, or
a box of Crackerjacks
with the prize still inside,
Now!
and Now!
and Now!

01/29/2006

Author's Note: By choice. It is no accident.

Posted on 01/30/2006
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