Hey, hey, the gang’s all here! Well, some of them. Fewer it seems than last year around this time. Everything dies but if you don’t have kids then you’re not sure if that includes being summarily reborn. The duress of everyday survival closing in. Money is tight going tighter like a noose around the neck. No immediate prospects just ahead on the fuzzy horizon growing ever dimmer. The world around one’s immediate vicinity eroding away into dust. I see a woman that looks to be my own age and I think of what sort of despair must be for her losing her place as the center of attention? Looks going near gone, the temple of her body no longer a place of desire and worship where men battle for the privilege to view it. She remains an emptied pot discarded on life’s road to oblivion.
Everyone whether they be young or old has something to hide from current society. Perhaps simply a wrinkle or two? The general impression of integrity eternal must be more than a gut level intuition when society comes by to crucify its scapegoats. There is a man’s whose eyes roll side to side like two big marbles loosen in his head only restrained by the inadvertent glass panels of his Prinz Nez lenses. The dollar tip under the empty plate seems much in the way of the proverbial golden egg found under the goose. I recall that my mother used to wear culottes towards the end of her life occasionally when she wanted to feel young and artistic again. Then there is that same old standard bearer fixed by the auditorium’s back door. So gray and austere and meticulous in her appearance and movements. Though the sparkle in those eyes betray a certain form of lingering hunger for the long lost attentions of others that were once enjoyed in youth. How one can sense a faint aroma of whimsy as it wafts about the room! Too easy for anyone in this crowd to become another club member of a group advancing in age. The unflagging sense of perfectionism often noted in dress disrupted thus softening the blow that by random suggestion they might be more giving up more than sheer appearance suggests. If you are tired and bent looking for company as these other kindred spirits within this lonely land of quiet desperation, then you have surely come to the right place to rest. It is all here. How those former habits announced in bygone styles signify the earlier desires and dreams of the respective wearer proclaiming them as they once were when they were very much younger. The approaching end of earthly existence transforming the ensemble into a pitiful burlesque trending towards a petty tragedy of ultimate misfortune.
The form of an old man saddled with a woman’s sagging buttocks caught in small curt dramas of endless obligatory introductions. Dismissive back and forth passages of withered dowagers practicing face wrinkling sour lemon puckered expressions. A spread of clanging melodies expressed by nagging brass notes screeching volumes of demented air testing the patience of normal eardrums. Stillborn mermaids of amiable stone come here to frolic in pulsing their delight of mental exhaustion of the senses through a series of disruptive fanfares. Rousing tinnitus among the hapless young while recalling anonymous processions of former empires of careless destructive ambitions. Fate casting one’s net too close towards the waiting precipice of Marianas cliffs where the unseen rusty hulks of yesteryear’s national pride teeter precariously upon the brink of an endless abyss. A clash high and low of air pressure equally susceptible to contentious weather fronts driving both to violent encounter. Those demonstrably assuming a painful posture signifying migraine headaches may now leave. The rites of passage endured by those foolishly remaining in the Darwinian danger of hearing loss immobile as one might be expecting in this landscape of fly specks inhabited merely by fleas. Those perpetually hard of hearing unknowingly ecstatic for their perfect pitch approaching near deafness and a quest for oblivious enjoyment turning them away from a relentless universe of all too apparent truth.