I had fantasized old age.
I’m giving up that old hat
and cane; the leisurely stroll
in the park; the impotence
at last; the fanatic heart of the man
who stares at the young bloods
making love on the grass. I’m done
with all that, and I shall rage
as that mad old man did once,
and screw the lot – the shrill birds,
and those arrogant cocks, stiff
in their office blocks – behind
their backs. And I shall call that
incontinence; of bone and flesh
and mind, which is a fine thing
sometimes.
22/12/15
Incontinence of mind of the young bloods!
thanks John, and thanks Dean: yep, get stuck in.
I like the sudden turn of the ending. And the subject matter preoccupies myself much lately
A fine thing indeed