All jangly/slinky,
mock innocent and sultry
back into my life.
Was like watchin' a rerun
ya can't resist.
I relaxed into it,
knowing the intricacies
and contradictions
in plot and character...
diggin' it all real deep
with that revisiting vigor.
Both jaded,
we greenly desired the
sick self-interest,
the mini-Machiavellian schemes
of our fat and flatulent egos,
grown beyond merely tiresome,
be slain.
It was life threatening.
For me, at least.
The flatulence, that is.
Riffing on a jazzy theme
we'd composed decades hence
we decided to abandon our lives,
meet one another on a train
in another world.
There'd been a list of cities,
and we ticked them off
with our petty objections,
one by one, til but one was left.
Then, through sly, sloppy/silly grins
we, in unison, said...
