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i am a lonely old man interested in women

but uninterested in seeking the companionship

of women much younger than myself.

i have enjoyed being half of a couple off and on

every decade since the 1970s.

i have twice been involved with women

more than ten years older than i was

but never with anyone more than five years younger.

now my social media feed is bombarded

with friend requests and follow requests and come-see-my-link requests and message-me requests

seemingly from young adult women

seemingly from all over the world.

two guys i know fell for come-hithers

from purported women purporting to be

from the pacific rim. one of the guys ended up

declaring bankruptcy.  haven’t heard from the other guy in more than ten years, but i only knew him slightly.

i am a lonely old man

but sometimes i have been lonely

when I was half of a couple,

and now i am not all that lonely anyway, having some semblance of a social life,

and the doors to companionship sometimes open.

i am eager and hopeful to some day find someone

just as battle-scarred and saggy and unyouthful as i am,

and with just as much indifference to smooth flesh

and unsquawking bones.

i am a lonely old man

but it’s all good,

and sometimes it’s fun,

and sometimes it’s miraculous.

a loved one made a suggestion: try some introspection.

q, meet a.

how are things? well, great and not-great. what shall we do about the not-great stuff? for the melancholy, find a way to cheer up. for the estrangement, maintain patience and gain wisdom. for the disarray, tackle a little bit of it, reward, tackle more, most of all don’t add to it. for the loneliness, get out more despite awkwardness and discomfort.

what needs to be done by the end of the year? finish work on commission. prepare all answers to “call for artwork” within feasibility range. work all hours offered unless health is compromised. prepare for surgery and out-of-state travel. walk, breathe, moderate eating.

what is the one vital thing that is most crucial? prioritization.

that’s all for now. come back on new year’s day ready to be debriefed.

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NOTE: A version of this poem appeared in Facebook, earlier in December, 2021. The poem was altered, partly to better suit the illustration.)

candidacy
(to Nina Pak)
[pause]

–God?
—yeah?

[pause]

–am i talking to God now, or to myself?
—what’s the difference? i am everything. i am you too.
–got it. i think. can i ask you a favor?
—i dunno–CAN you? –sorry. sure, ask away. why should you be different from the billions of people who tell me what to do? BLESS this. DAMN that. and those laundry-list prayers!! –sorry. fire away.
–i am lonely. i want a Special Someone in my life.
—what, another one? you have oodles of Special Someones in your life.
–cmon, God, You know what i mean.
—of course I do. but I’m not going to let you get away with anything. it’s for your own good. –okay, you want someone in your life that is not only special but half of a couple, with you as the other half, yes?
–yeah.
—do you have a preferred gender?
–as if you didn–sorry. female.
—okay. that narrows the field by almost half.
–almost??
—right now there are more female than male humans on earth. they live longer, and have a slightly higher birth rate. age preference?
–ideally, my age or older. realistically, over 43 but under 82.
—racial preference?

[pause]

–no.
—why did you pause?
–i had to think about it.
—why?
–because i thought it would be best to review my history. and i have. and race was never an issue.
—but most of your involvements have been with white women.
–so?
—point taken. any deal-breakers?
–no tobacco smokers please. no active alcoholics, please. no hard druggers. [pause] no active gamblers. or if they’re active, nonaddicted.
—that’s a good one. hypocrite.
–hey, i’ve sworn off. [brief pause] look at my record. gave it up for a special someone once, for more than two years.
—stipulated. any other dealbreakers?
–no non-poets.
—everyone is a poet.
–no non-my-kind-of-poets.
—there’s only one of them, and that’s you. and you are not female.
–forget it then. [pause] she should be healthy enough to have another five years in her. she should be strong-willed, but not so much so that she regards me as a fix-and-flip project. she should have, or be willing to acquire, healthy eating habits.
—good to know what you want. you haven’t mentioned tits yet.
–i don’t care about tits.
—liar.
–hey, I’ve evolved. at least two of the most attractive women i’ve known have had double mastectomies. one of them refused reconstructive surgery. am i lying?
—no, aside from some mental gymnastics. sport, there are still thousands of candidates, but in terms of percentage, you’re headed for the one-in-a-million range. anything else?
–god, let’s cut to the chase. You KNOW me. how many suitable candidates ARE there?
[pause]
—none.

[pause]

—yet.
–WHAT??!
—sonny, the real answer is not how many candidates meet your criteria. there are either 942 or 28 or 119 of those, depending on what happens between now and the end of the year. but the problem is YOU. you do not meet all of THEIR criteria. you’re too short for some of them, too irreverant for some of them, not irreverent enough for a few of them, too fat for a lot of them, too lean for three of them. etcetera. and your politics! jeezus meezus!
[pause, with quiet weeping]
–so, am i going to be lonely forever?
—no. yes. depends.
–on me, right? i need to shape up?
–yes. you’re starting to get it. you need to be more Healthy.
–okay. i will.
—and you need to be patient.
–right.
—but you also need to be IMpatient.

[pause]

–always am.
—most of all you need to be Enthusiastic.
–“God within me.” i’ll try to remember.

[pause]

—let’s have some wine. I have some left over from a Wedding.

[wine and two wineglasses materialize]

—to Enthusiasm.
–amen!

[they drink]

—and forget about Me watching. YOU’LL be watching.
[sketchy smile]
Note: There’s a book out there called CONVERSATIONS WITH GOD. I have not read it, despite my friend Melissa recommending it to me long ago. (At least I think I haven’t read it. I have memory issues.) But I imagine I’m in the same (approximate) garden that the author of CONVERSATIONS WITH GOD was tending. It will be interesting to read that book and see if there is overlap.

2019 0614 lone lean ness

There’s a book, a classic of science fiction, called MORE THAN HUMAN. The main characters are incomplete as individuals but have a way to do a thing called “bleshing,” which is a mashup of blending and meshing. One of the characters is known as Lone.

There’s a principle of biomechanics indicating a strong correlation between low body fat and success in marathons. Marathoner Hal Higdon had a total body fat around 9%. He also had an incredibly low resting heart rate–somewhere around 29 beats per minute.  I am tooth-grindingly envious of such gifted people.

Rumor has it that a creature unlike any other dwells in Loch Ness.

Lone Lean Ness

Lifetimes loom beyond our ken
One’s a bleak Tragedienne
Nother quakes as Endgame nears
EVERYMAN still perseveres

There are two main types of Loneliness. One tastes of Solitude and the other of Uniqueness.

pass your past 11022016.jpg

In my lonelier moments I nO evoM, which is Move On backwards. I UNmove on. Backtrack. Grind my teeth over how I cannot unturn events, cannot Revert To Saved Version.

I was in such a dysfunctional mode this morning, and so I gave myself the illustrator’s version of a good talking-to. Good PENCILING-to? Sounds painful. –Hey, it was, a little. But it may have done the job.

Here is the acrostic:

pass your past

poetry‘s my s.o.p
andy hopfrog told his flea
schmaltzy, lurid odes engross
some poor bastards NEED a ghost

S.O.P. stands for Standard Operating Procedure. Why a Hopfrog talking to a Flea that belongs to him? Metaphor for a dilettante with a Jiminy Cricket. Why is [told] in brackets? Alternate close words like toed, toad and towed offer different flavors. Who’s the Asian babe and the old guy? The heart of the page, that’s who.

NOTE: This poem originally appeared in my Notes in Facebook, under the title “lonely for.” I changed the title because it was bet-hedging and wishy-washy.

lonely for a woman

lonely for a woman

lately the phrase “lonely for a woman” flits around
there in my uncaring-of-correctness skull
but like a hummingbird this morning it is hovering

demanding to be seen and acknowledged

well ok “lonely for a woman” i see you i acknowledge you

and it is embarrassing to acknowledge your taunting truth

sure you are true but you are not enough
there are a thousand flavors of loneliness and you imply lust alone
you say nothing for loneliness of moments
loneliness for those firsts that amp the mundane into the spectacular
first look not just into a pair of eyes but into the beyond of them
first deeper-meaning laughter first high-voltage touch

and yes first intimacy first joining

and here comes another hummingbird thought
side by side with “lonely for a woman”
this one is “unlucky in love again and again”

the beat of its hovering wings makes an irritating noise

now there’s a whole flock of them
“desperate, aren’t we?” “you’re not getting any younger” “what did you expect?”

and there is the background hissy rasp of many more

i dismiss the birds i cast them out
i have known love and i will know it again
and though it is instructive to be in the desert of ‘lonely for . . .’

it is dangerous to seek relief instead of rightness

i create a hummingbird

this one says “any day now”

that’s all i need on any given day