Again it’s almost midnight and another 24 hours has elapsed as
the dirty old man sits grasping for words in the decrepit alleys of nothing
much to say beyond the most inane platitudes spilling from a drooling
mouth attached to an habitual knee jerk tongue.
And the dirty old man recalls the time he hid under the dashboard of the car afraid to make eye contact with anyone when his mother drove him to school. His intense shyness at school was complicated by an inability to speak without self-consciousness and embarassment.
Nowadays he spends most of his time watching seagulls and pelicans dive into the polluted surf off the New Jersey shore. Meanwhile thousands of miles away on a beach near Waikiki parasailers and hang gliders effortlessly ride the wind as the young and beautiful people have fun fun fun in the sun sun sun caressing each other and laughing with perfectly aligned whiter than white teeth.
And for the dirty old man there will be no returning to the early years
of squandered youth, middle age frittered away and adulthood
charred like a burnt out car abandoned by the side of the road.
The fun on the beach continues round the clock as a fearless surfer rides into shore on the crest of a 20 foot wave while his golden goddess girlfriend waits patiently for him to escort her to the barbecue pit where a wild booze party is underway and the beautiful people continue having fun fun fun in the sun sun sun.
And the dirty old man is painfully aware that the thrill-a-minute universe
of a billion possibilties has permanently passed him by as he strips off his
rags and beds down for the night, carefully laying his emaciated head
on a pile of garbage.
ominous encounter on a sidewalk