Poem Trois

Growing old is a lonely thing
Long gone song Smells like Teen Bing Crosby Spirit
A denial
or a Creedence Clearwater Revival?

‘Cause I’m Stuck in Lodi
Again
Party, Escape, lust and hommies
Again
Netflix, beer, $ and casual acquaintances
Again
Is a life not so close to mine
A denial that means to an end?

And in the lost spaces
And when we, you and me,
Are gone
Croon a Cobain Christmas for me
Even if irrelevant
Even if it’s a denial

Just don’t be gone too long
‘Cause growing old is a lonely thing