NEVER

Poetry Potluck

One Shot Wednesday

I never thought it would come to this...

After happy days and high school plays

Willie Mays and back seat lays

Shadrack Horshak Abednego

and Zeke The Talking Raccoon

after the wheels in my head that wouldn't stop spinning

like a record going round

they wouldn't stop spinning

after getting starstruck

after getting struck by stardom

after I stepped up to the plate

after I stepped up to the mike

after the groupies that hung around

black white and brown

who thought I was something

that I was but wasn't

after all the times I was alone

when I thought that I wasn't

after the receptionist turned pale

and told me I looked like her deceased husband

after I rolled over

played dead

and fetched his bedroom slippers

and tried to fill them

after taking the boss's wife to Mexico on a lark

after gassing up at Texaco and peeing in the park

after the drunks and the skunks and the punks

after the first of the Mohicans

and last of the Puerto Ricans

after Woodstock and Plymouth Rock

after the monkeys and the junkies and the flunkies

after the freaks and the Greeks and the geeks

after golden showers and happy hours

I never thought it would come to this...

After my guru told me that life

is like trying to piss on your shadow

while doing the Macarena

(an Indian guru if you believed all the buzz

though an Indiana guru in fact he was)

after all the rejection in my search for perfection

finding Cinderella's glass slipper

and the hobnail boot she planted up my butt

After the good Samaritan veterinarian in Mexico City

yanked her Levis down to her ankles

and shot his wad in a shotgun blast that peppered us both

as we lay there in a stupor

AND THAT'S WHY I'LL NEVER DRINK TEQUILA AGAIN !!!

After casually tossing the condom that had served its purpose

out the hotel room window in Managua

hearing it splat onto the sidewalk

and someone shouting: AVE MARIA !

I never thought it would come to this...

After all the false starts and missed connections

and what ifs and what the fugs

after to give as good as you git

is to no longer give a shit

after all the days and nights

in the prison of my own desire

all the bittersweet days I remember

in an updated and romanticized version of life

the images colliding like sub-atomic particles

as a thousand million bursting stars

explode in a never ending climax

expanding ever farther into the reaches of space

I never thought it would come to this...

Face to face

at this moment

in this place...

and neither did you