When all the Affairs are Done (an archetype)
© 2010 Michael St. Mark
Elderly but smart French tourist
Beer garden, Rye.
For lost loves – who couldn’t have cared less about love
Oh yes she’s used up her average female quota of ” 35 miles of man thrusts” ( citation required ) – and more, much more.
Ahhh, those “sexciting” seemingly endless disco-swinging 1960s, 70s, 80s, even 90s I may recall..
alas nowadays, she daily notes, are reduced to
luscious toyboys – even a choosy gigolo,
just the once.
This then, the inevitable residual end-stage psychological stasis, an engorged and highly voluminous
tangled memory prison of interminable sexual / emotional past “romances ” with the obligatory accompanying infidelities – each boyfriend, naturally though, “the special one”;
binding her mind as if with
English pub patio chair cast iron strength.
A suffocating sense of emptiness and past void- that seemingly interminably long and, in social reality, lonesome end..
Links thematically to Work 719 from 2014 ” The Shutters of Love ”
Indeed dadear Justynn, and time tells too.
Tells its own grim tale – humans are the countless insignificant pebbles on the beach of world society, being worn and marked by friction with one other at each and every unstoppable daily tide of life.
Wise indeed the dAdAist recluse, busy with his own private infinite world of wonder.
through the bars,
bent knees in need.
a silence curse
hurled from the bricks
to the thicks
only a glimps
and all is a burlap fajita
krispy kreme day dream delights.
[authors note: thanks for the inspiration! i have not been able fit in to my dada pancho as of late. I may be impregnated with dada…. tyme will tell]