People think I'm crazy cuz
I'm hot for old ladies;
****** from a bygone
age ageless in their time
who can remember
speakeasies & running
boards, rayon & swing
& other things I can't begin
to imagine; hell, they can
remember segregation;
Beaus going off to war &
never returning; hitchhiking
& living to tell about it;
wearing torn fishnets
to CBGB's (omfug); snorting
coke, shooting ****** & giving a
hell of a reading only hours
after giving a hell of a *******
& a speech the next day
to a student body who will
become Young Republicans;
Asians & minorities ******* up
to the buck; who gives a ****
about them now, they're the old-
school conservatives who agitated for
gay marriage; now that they've
got it who are they going to
marry---each other of course but
just imagine a world filled
w/ happy gay couples growing
old together & watching reruns
from a time when people
were straight; people think I'm
crazy cuz I'm hot for old ladies;
I don't hang out w/ them
(sometimes, if
they're cool as in vintage hepcat),
I mostly just fantasize
about them in their prime doing
the Charleston
& drinking the world
away out of a bathtub
to forget the great
depression; going blind on *****
in China; going up the Amazon
high on peyote, husband after
husband dying leaving a tidy sum;
Ageism *****; there are good isms
& bad ones;
now if a fifteen-year-old ***** (we
all known the type--we raised them)
offered me her body I'd do the math
& ask for her grandmother's number;
now if a seventy-five year old *****
offered me her bones to jump,
I'd count myself lucky; I mean, really,
how often does something so sublime
& twisted come along w/ chamomile
& finger sandwiches