Audience of one

God I am feeling old,

’cause this fucking cranky body

is telling me about

its troubled parts

that begin to grind and creak

and wear out

like smelly old boots;

but in this little man inside

there’s still the child

that wonders about

the grandest stupid things

and pretends he doesn’t

give a shit about anything but love,

and dreams audacious fucking dreams

for an audience of one.