adventures in dysthymia

Thursday, March 01, 2018

My Rendezvous, a poem

My Rendezvous

If I daydream of a threesome —
me and the co-anchor and the weather girl —
it is meaningless and, as they say,

only human. Hey, I’m older
than the two of them put together.
That won’t keep me from tuning in

at Five-thirty every evening,
though I could watch reruns of Xena
then. She and Gabrielle certainly work too.

Stephen Brooke ©2018

pretty obviously (I should hope) not serious poetry

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