next time
I will not throw
the fight
or shy from
the limelight
or skip the dessert
or leave at
intermission
or ask for
permission
to kiss
my date
with destiny
no, I will
speak up
chin up
and I will
be damned
if I will not
step up
to the podium
and throw
away the speech
and reach
down deep
into my gut
for the real raw
and right stuff
and I will
bare everything
including
my sold soul
and it will be
like the full monty
swan song
of an aging
Chippendale dancer
whose buttock
could use botox
as he moons
his glittery world
of girls
goodbye
Ivan Jenson, USA