Aka, Grandpa’s blog … An emotional purgative for our world's cultural excesses.
I see you old mansitting on the bench with the other menwaiting for her to finishSitting with a smirk, among the silent tombstonesglad to be sequestered from incessent chatter.The young clerk catches your eye.She seems to know your thoughtsshe smiles at the thought of youstroking her tea colored thigh.An old urge begins to riselike a warm wave...An elbow awakens you from your napHey buddy he says, you were snoring
I see you old man
ReplyDeletesitting on the bench
with the other men
waiting for her to finish
Sitting with a smirk,
among the silent tombstones
glad to be sequestered
from incessent chatter.
The young clerk catches your eye.
She seems to know your thoughts
she smiles at the thought of you
stroking her tea colored thigh.
An old urge begins to rise
like a warm wave...
An elbow awakens you from your nap
Hey buddy he says, you were snoring