January 17, 2009 (I was 64)
When you’re young you enter dangerous deals
not knowing nor daring to know it
when the house of the dealer has guns upstairs
and drifting beings lost in the hall
and his patient wife with the bad back
has a legit excuse to take pills for the pain
and the guy with ten teeth is staying for
dinner
When you’re young you don’t know how trouble
feels
and when whatever you’re waiting for is late
but the money is paid so you wait and you wait
the dishes are in the sink his kids hidden away
and some other what-the-fucks show up
but no deal so you leave Later you say
Tomorrow
you hear fuck-up got shot in the knee and the
shit’s in
When you’re old it’s about friends in the
business
a visit with handshakes and hugs
and how is the family a knowing concern
There’s a fire in the woodstove
abalone to be pounded breaded fried and eaten
a reunion of those at the summer vacation home
and everything packaged and on account
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