God bless the Polident and Cheetos…
now a ghost in the parlor, nursing the pain
staring at the photograph, of old friend Gumby
now I can’t remember the name of the donkey
but the prune juice is sweet listening to the voice
of Roy Rogers on the Zenith, crackling like a fire
ticking against the silence of a Tuesday afternoon
connecting the dots of my age spots
now see see rider, see what you have done
I swllowed my Aspergum remembering the girl
in the red dress staring at a photograph
of old friend Gumby







