people I’ve had sex with

those occasional occupations

those half hazard penetrations

those that defy explanation

I’ve run into some recently

They do not seem to see me

Exchange half-hearted glances

Little emotional dances

Apparently things change

It seems things are different

I wonder should I speak

At this I’m incompetent

Isn’t there something in common

No way we can relate

Nothing to recall

From that long ago date

Faces seem younger, these past few years, the youth becoming stranger, peering over my beer, conversation seems lacking, that special wit and twist, when did this happen, why worry I this,

Wading in the gulf, that separates our faces, comprehending cultures, shrinking over ages,

Seeing separation, youth from the old, I know what caused this, by T.V., by radio, by Elvis,

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