hungover and exhausted with all of this
i put down the cell phone and listen as kids play chess
sitting
in this barely air-conditioned room
full of children i’m duty-bound to protect
i play on my cell phone
like every other dullard
and try not to envision the big picture
try not to examine the life
but it’s hard
back in pittsburgh last weekend
my old man told me
that i needed to start getting my prostate checked
prepare for the big colon exam at fifty
as if fifty
was just another benchmark
in this endgame played by one
and not some train
careening off the rails
and coming straight for me
it’s too much this aging
counting down
seconds, minutes, hours and days
encapsulating decades within the minutiae
of casual conversation between old friends
existence itself can drive you mad
when you try and search for lost time
hungover and exhausted with all of this
i put down the cell phone and listen as kids play chess
and giggle
and laugh with youthful abandon
and run around the room
touching things that i should be telling them
to leave well enough alone
for a moment i hate them all
sit envious
with how their child-hours seem to loiter
as if their little long lives
won’t suddenly catch on fire like mine
and this march of time
won’t ever happen to them
for the lady i met in the laundry room
let us speak
less of our fate
and more to the fact
that the laundry must be done
we are both slaves
to societal norms and clean underwear
but does that mean we need to discuss the weather?
or the old building superintendent
who let the cockroaches
roam as free and wild as buffalo
in old western stories?
six years after the fact
talk about beating your proverbial dead horse!
the way his ears must ring to this day!
and don’t you know your ancient grudge
does nothing for your eyes under these dim laundry lights?
besides, i could tell you tall tales
about the new superintendent
we could sing psalms beneath
the corroded water-damaged plaster of my bedroom ceiling
be watered tortured
with the way my shower drips
have our very confidence in humanity
shook to its core
with the way his, screaming monster child
runs past my window
caught in the thralls of liquid bubbles
and street chalk
or how his wife stares voodoo daggers into me
whenever i offer up a small complaint
let us instead
turn this moment of drudgery and chore
into silence
human beings are akin to angels
when they are silent and otherwise involved
let’s leave the conversation to the gnats
that have begun to congregate in this building anew
so that when we finish
we can part ways the best of strangers
and i can go back to my apartment
of sound mind
and not have to tell my poor wife
that the crazy bitch in 2C
is at it again.
alone, i pour another double vodka
and let marvin gaye
permeate the living room
to drown out the upstairs neighbor
whose fat feet thunder across the floor
like he’s unfurling the wrath of zeus
tonight it sounds
as if he’s rolling bowling balls across his floor
then running across the wood
to roll them back
and i really shouldn’t
be drinking double vodkas this way
at my age
it disrupts the sleep
and my brain is dodgy these days
but we do as we must to get by
and, besides, if i stopped now
it would be a lifetime of false, sober smiles
given to bowling ball people
living bowling ball lives
rolling and rolling all over me
trapping me in an oubliette of pleasantries
with no rusty blade in my hand
to cut the occasional vein
and let it all bleed.
John Grochalski has had poetry appear in several online and print publications including: Red Fez, Rusty Truck, Outsider Writers Collective, Underground Voices, The Lilliput Review, The Main Street Rag, Zygote In My Coffee, The Camel Saloon, and Bartleby Snopes. He is the author four books of poetry The Noose Doesn’t Get Any Looser After You Punch (Six Gallery Press, 2008), Glass City (Low Ghost Press, 2010), Starting with the Last Name Grochalski (Coleridge Street Press, 2014), and The Philosopher’s Ship (Alien Buddha Press, 2018). He has also authored the novels, The Librarian (Six Gallery Press, 2013) and Wine Clerk (Six Gallery Press, 2016).