approaches ninety-five,
his latest
girlfriend
at his side, you begin
to wonder.
maybe whiskey
was the way to go,
cigarettes,
and a life in the navy,
full of bars
and fights,
and women of the night.
women
of the day.
etc.
always basking himself
in the weakest
of sunlight.
face up.
maybe all those pills,
vitamins
and creams he'll leave
behind actually
worked.
or maybe it was luck,
or genes,
or something beyond
our understanding.
he's on the phone now,
he's run
out of baby oil
and Cialis.
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