My low life
A mindless celebration
Past indulged wasted
Vacillating between hilarity and despair
Present humped by installments
Future chiseled by installments
plus late fee charges
midlife crisis ?
I’m a poet
Forever in crisis
Am I complaining ?
Oh No !
I’m dealing with life
Oh yes !
I gel my hair, style my bald patch
A cover shy with bare strands of grey
An over-sized beer belly
I camouflage flawless
Walking straighter, tighter
My shirt tucked in
I can barely breathe
I enter a packed bar, music buzzing
Spirits flowing, swirling bodies
Rubbing asses, indiscreet
I step in real cool
To the groovy beat
A couple of drinks
and she’ll be all over me
And so it happens, every single night
My regular barkeep, a nice soul
He hears me
Till I go quiet
He slides me the check
And I am gone
Did you notice me?
49 thoughts on “Rolling Over”
Holy crap, this is great! I can’t fault your honesty, friend.
It’s a piece of fiction, John.
😃Veldig vakkert skrevet😃
Ever since one notices you, he can’t stop “staring”.
Lately, I talk about your writing more, but I do adore your photos! They’re really amazing!
Lately, I’ve been wondering if we should collaborate on the poem “Monochrome Girl”, you inspired me to write.
So a picture of yours and the poem alongside on our blogs?!
You mean the photo of the woman dressed in monochrome and the poem you wrote to it or you mean something else?
My apologies for late reply. I’m on a short road-trip, much needed one 🙂
I mean your photo, dressed in monochrome. A brand new picture, shot on the street to go with the poem, I’ll be obliged.
I’m in :). Just need few days more since my “photographer” is away. Is that ok?
What can I say? You never leave a chance to inspire me, uplift my spirits. My dear friend from Poland. You’re amazing!!
I just speak the truth.
Exactly. It hurts when you keep quiet.
What a great look at the contrast between expectations and reality.
It’s always a crisis. Even when you aren’t feeling it 🙂
You surprised me with your kind gesture, Chris. Reading “Lamp post” after this was just perfect, It’s the prequel 🙂
This a A great Content,I love it!!!!
Massi, be ready for tough competition. I’m learning to cook!! 😀
intresting my friend…I hope you Will make it a lovely Indonesian food:)
This piece illustrates a shaded area in the Venn diagram of our life experience, I walked with you through every line.
A fool that I am, In my younger days, I thought dealing with death is important and a very brave thing to do. Ha Ha!
I’m in for a surprise.
Ah, yes, the joys of getting older, something my kids remind me I’m doing every day…
Your comment knocked me down.
I’ll know better when I reach there. Maybe, I’ll laugh at what I’ve written or it won’t matter anymore.
Resigned without rage
To an alchohol soft
Late middle age
We reading from
The very same page 😀
Your abridged poem said it all, showed me the way. One good friend and we’ll make through 😀
I nicked the alcohol soft bit from a Pink Floyd song..
A few good beers and we can make through anything, or at least talk about it for a long time 😀
Very honest and colorful. It brought back a few memories from many years ago.
You are very connected with your self.
Connected with self, connected with good friends such as you.
REally good, really real, glad I stopped by.
I get antsy when for some reason there’s a delay. You always add a feather in my nest 🙂
I’m noticing this poem! A great one.
I make every effort.
Perhaps, you are very kind to me.
oh wow! vivid!
Brilliant! I love your writing, Arjun! Right to the centre of things.
“Right to the centre of things” Wow
50th year in one’s life is an inevitable telling phase, some say…
Great poem. Evokes much feeling. Sad feeling. Middle age is very hard– a second adolescence but worse perhaps. The sixties are better but the body starts to go.
Life beyond 50. You summed it up so well, dear Ellen! Thank you!!
a poet forever in crisis…so true 😉
yes I do notice you…you are the guy looking all cool inside the boat 😉
Great poem, tittle and photo…this will haunt me,
like the fact that you embrace this poem with humor
like the ending too.
You notice artists, you care for art, in your comments is the confirmation, I’m on the right path and dare not anyone, I got you to back me up 😉
you sure on the right path Arjun, have to say I do not get all artists, just great ones like your self, you make me think that is a key in art too look deeper see things and feel more. Good day my friend!
I notice. And then, my face is flat so that you do not. If I want to.
You got me.
I smile ..!
Of course I realized you!
PS: la fotografia è meravigliosa!
Happy Sunday, Vento! Keep smiling.
Very beautiful realistic written by a very honest person, you ! 🙂
I’m totally stuck to your work…….great poem (again) 😉