middle places
2April 28 by The Running Son
middle places
fourtyfive
is only middle aged if i live
to be a skull.at thirteen & a half
i scribbled skulls
on my pant leg & ftw
waiting to go out
tonic & young & echoing
like cobain.saw a human skull at fifteen
& it took the juice out of me
all white sponge & teeth. choral
at the bottom of the sea
& dark sockets
& bleached things too concaved
in places & all cavities still haunt
my dreams.i was middle aged
at seven & three quarters
when a neighbor
invited me in
& showed me his real face.
eyes my same soft sort of gelatin
but it would be two decades
til i could read consistencies
& manage public exposure
like an fda controller.i ride my bone frame & wisp
onward & assume these questions
have answers that really haven’t
changed since the middle ages,
assuming tomorrow’s accepted
menopausal range may be the new
eighteen & no matter the answer
on whatever given timeline
all beings pass
middle places.
by Jim Aldrich (:
©2013 JimAldrich
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I am a skull. It’s not so bad…
skulls are grave (lol) reminders of our lipless smiles, seedless sockets, and hidden innermost expressions for eternity – nice knocking into them so early jim