The waitress I dreamt
About 25 or so years
Ago just waited on me
Only several minutes ago
At the same old
Pizza spot. She doesn’t
Look half-bad for a
Gal her age, which is
To say that I couldn’t
Get it up for her now
If I tried. So the phrase
“Dodged a bullet” pops
Into mind as I watch
Her bring my coffee and
Sprite even as I type this.
But at the same time it
Might have been better
Than nice to have crawled
Under the covers with her
After so many long days
For many long years, not
To mention the unlived
Pleasures of having someone
To have shared my pains
And joys with. But
That’s not how it went.
Even as I’ve typed what
You’ve just read, I’ve heard
Enough of her chatter with
Another waitress to glean
That she has two grown
Kids with no live-in dad,
Which seems to be the
Norm in these final
Days of the Decline and
Fall of Western Civilization.
So maybe I’ve dodged
Half-a-cylinder of bullets,
And if society weren’t such
A collapsing mess, it might
Have been nice to have
Created beings who would
Grow up with my face
But without my regrets.
— FB
Musings, Mutterings, and Condemnations 