What's it like? You take it from me, kid, the old dinger don't raise up like he used to for a squint at every nice growntup piece moseying down the main, not no more -- no, sir. But it ain't so bad. Wasn't nothing but a pain in your nut anyways when he used to pop up all the time with nowhere to put him, nothing but grief, the same old crazy goround, don't think I don't remember. By the Jesus, boy, it ain't so bad at all without all that, specially since a tit still gives me a real good feeling, but like it's mental, not in the gut, you understand? So I see some young broad trotting along the asphalt hurrying somewheres, her boobs jigging a little under her sweater, nice and not too big, now ain't that a good sight to see? No question. You bet your ass. Why, it makes me feel warm like, like sunshine all over and me up setting on a bench in Hillside Park just watching the kids skim them saucers, or the girls doing hopscotch, or anything, it don't matter, just so it's spring and a sunny afternoon. What I mean I can still glom onto the things that make life worth living and sex still has something to do with it, and always will, even if I ain't been too sharp at explaining. Life's a doozy, that's how I see it. Well, this here's called nine-ball. Is we playing or ain't we? Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWILIGHT SONG by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SLEEPY HOLLOW by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) NO COMING TO GOD WITHOUT CHRIST by ROBERT HERRICK A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 21. BREDON HILL by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE COMING OF SPRING by NORA PERRY SONGS OF TRAVEL: 46. EVENSONG by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |