There are these old men, all conversing
\nand gesticulating at a table;
\nThey remind me of aging mafia.
\nThey remind me of aging us.<\/p>\n
One of them is our old landlord from
\nTHE LAIR
\nHe stopped by to see how his customers
\nlike their coffee.
\nHe doesn’t remember the purple-haired
\nfat boy in a suit (double-breasted)
\nfrom the court room.<\/p>\n
Of course, he always used to call me Aaron.
\nThat pissed me off<\/p>\n
I wonder what miscreants and high society
\nI’ll run in to and
\nbring together
\nin the next town I plant my roots in.
\nNot town.
\nCity.<\/p>\n
I wonder what it looks like;
\nthat mark I left on this place.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There are these old men, all conversing and gesticulating at a table; They remind me of aging mafia. They remind me of aging us. One of them is our old landlord from THE LAIR He stopped by to see how … Continue reading