Nothing IS that Serious (Parody for Ahavati)

“All the great sadnesses, great temptations,
and great mistakes are almost always  
the result of loneliness.”  
-- José Saramago, Margaret Jull Costa  
 
Elder ends we will all have,  
becoming not such graves,  
our differences in aging  
united by the same fun glory  
 
neglect of weed or worse,  
triangle turf and immense  
necrotizing urges and desires  
formerly swathing residents  
in spent sea foam  
observe from quiet retirement  
needing no protective encasings  
anymore...  
 
Beyond, our mounds  
will spread and hang  
 
Jiggly giant limbs  
caressing bulbous beauty,  
tapping that like  
trapped hangers  
the behind  
 
closeted doorknobs  
finally couch casting  
macabre shadows chasing them  
across plastic flowers  
and fake indoor dirt.  
 
Visitors see do not disturb signs  
and memories once decimated  
are revived in time before all that  
juiciness becomes remains  
 
even old hovels can be  
made of chiseled stone.  
History becomes an illusion  
of mistresses (like that one dog)  
 
there -- just below an aching stench,  
sniffing out with such diligence  
you would swear it was seeking  
the birth certificate of  
God's golden year  
love child  
until it cocks its leg  
and pisses  
 
...on the carpet instead.  
 
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