he sits in that chair throughout the day and night…eating ice-cream floats…Pepsi poured over chocolate…flipping through channels swiftly…taking-in nothing…just pictures flying through air…

go get me some doughnuts, the old man orders, and another 24 case…we’re outta’ Pepsi aren’t we…can’t have that…run on up to the store now…I’ll pay ya’ later..,some things never change…

this old man…this worn-out would’ve could’ve should’ve patriarch of peasants… now in the September of his years…and the sweetness of autumn does not ring true…not for him…

I never read a book, he told me, never ever wanted to…it bores me…no interest in it at all…just didn’t…don’t know why, continuing to go through the cable line-up…

remembering the times of questions..school work…math..pop was a mathematician…logic..this world was built on logic…

a young boy needing help with equations…only to be shoved away..swatted with Playboy’s, Bo Derek issue rolled-up in hand…, Can’t you see I’m busy…, i see dad…i see…

you know…I’ve had dinners at The New York Athletic Cub…The Los Angeles Athletic Club…and The Louisville Athletic Club…you pull outta a cigarette in those joints they light it for ya’right on the spot…kinda places I used to go to…you ever been in any of those?…no pop…i have not….I didn’t think so….

that was always the case…an insecure man who went from the breast of his mom to the teats of his wife…not a single minute alone…always in the company of caretakers…always…always…

and now the old man sits…puzzled… confused…dazed by what life has dealt…blow by blow by blow…ever so bitter…

and me…i listen…