I
don’t have to go
to
the reunion
because
I know who
and
what and don’t give
two
shakes of a rat’s
hind
quarters about
where,
why and how.
YOU
go,
infiltrate
the
wives and ex-es
and
see that I’m right—
but
call if you hear
someone
found God and
not
just a new con
with
the same old tales
devoid
of danger.
CALL me
if
blood flows
into
the red wine
if
fresh bread circles
and
pounces on your
spiritual
hunger
if
an artist knows
and
shows undersides
to
dress for success.
Yes, YES,
I
play safe
rather
than sample
the
culture, but why
compete
with your wit
that
I love so much,
the
words you sharpen
on
our bedposts when
the party’s over?
the party’s over?
Posted for my
prompt
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Prescience / Foresight
Copyright © 2014 S.L.Chast
Excellent write about why and why not to go to the reunion. Loved the read and I think your reasons say it all.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Ha great prediction not far off the mark is my guess
ReplyDeleteOO, yes, exactly why I never go to reunions!!!!! LOVE the sharpening of the teeth on the bedpost, after. Cackle.
ReplyDeleteOh okay, just checked and it was the words sharpening on the bedposts. Okay, if you say so. I still like the teeth !!
ReplyDeleteWow Susan--so filled with emotion--I have never gone to one and though I am curious sometimes, I was one of the outcasts and suspect that I still am
ReplyDeleteMake sense! Love the last part with pseudo-foresight! The song - nice addition.
ReplyDeleteI love this! This is really funny!
ReplyDeletesome good forecasting.... :D ... and enjoyable lines..
ReplyDeleteSo typical of them! some of them atleast :)
ReplyDeleteI love the saying about not giving a rat's hind quarters! Reunions are more like replaying what was..I shudder at the thought too
ReplyDeleteSusan, I wonder if you will go to the reunion. I had a chance last summer to attend, and i really did toy with it, but in the end I decided not to. Actually if I have not been in touch with these people for decades, I decided I didn't need to be in touch now. LOL. I did find myself wondering who the 'you' was in the poem you wrote. A friend perhaps?
ReplyDeleteIntriguing! I like the way it becomes both reluctance and wish.
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