Long Time No See

“Man at Grave”
Photo from leggephoto.wordpress.com

I remember you horn dogging
cheap-perfumed ingénues
whistling your sharkskin
cockaded with swagger
through giggling estrogen
true to the motto of
love ‘em and leave ‘em
cool pocket-combed hair
and that cinema chin cleft
cut teachable moments
through ponytailed squadrons
of pom-poms and pulchritude
wreckage remaining
for better men’s hands
to pick up and set right

I heard of your weddings
but not your divorces
and can’t help but wonder
through all of those years
did you ever imagine
that I’d be the only one
here at your grave
grieving not so much you
as the waste of a life