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Geriatric Movie
Geriatric Dirty Dancer hoping to meet good-natured dysfunctional geriatric partner, after having been to a disappointing geriatric cocktail party after having left the equally boring geriatric speed dating dinner, now at geriatric investment seminar.
Action roll ‘em…
Close up of tan man who is laughing like Pinocchio with jaws Botoxed too tight.
Fast pan in on the 70-year-old with the very wrinkled very exposed cleavage
Geronimo of the Condo is seen arriving with the Love of his Life firmly gripping his forearm
Lucy Large Lips from Boca stares from across the room
What are these people doing here?
Looking for…? Love in such a wrong place?
Short bald man lovingly staring into the eyes of geriatric platinum blonde bombshell
While she gazes across the room
Hoping to find someone else, anyone else
Vito, tall dark vim and Viagrad
Sneering while looking over the women like a box of chocolates
Please hurry up let’s get some real action going on here!
Glasses clink, swill swill, laugh laugh laugh
Like a dim watercolor of refugees from bombed out Berlin
Heading for the last train to desperation station
Aces
Cards were dealt
reluctantly held in our hands
there are no magicians here
no card tricks that bedazzle
the deck gets shuffled
decision to call, hold or be all in
awaited by the dealer, with sinister eyes
no way to bluff
expressionless faces we hold so well
pray maybe the cooler comes by
the room is hushed,
we are hidden behind closed doors
smoky air
makes this look like a speakeasy
we are never safe here
sunglasses on
long sleeves cover our bruises
our track marks
the stench of booze overpowers
our abuses pile up like our chips
forgive us for never
looking into the eyes of the cloaked clergy
“Bless me Father, for ‘I’ have sinned?”
we cannot feel remorse
have become numb
no flinching from pain
controlled, reticent
always appearing aloof
We surprised you
made it out alive
Survived…
What Ace were you dealt?
Photography, Accidental Exposures on Kodachrome
Photo album slide shows, lined up to view
loaded onto Facebook for all the world to see
segments of captured pieces of time
The viewer beholds expressions
bodies in motion out in the sun
in the water in the spray of the waves
groups of people, singular and in pairs
carefully juxtaposed bodies
with smiles like a Vogue fashion shoot
sucked in stomachs
hugging, holding, smiling
looking most blissful
the non- impromptu shots are the best
the ones in which some faces refuse
to look into the lens
how does the viewer really feel
about the images of themselves
they later see?
are they accurately portrayed?
which images do you believe to be true?
the photographers?
the participants?
are they promoting something?
is this a clever marketing ploy?
should these framed portraits be in noir?
behold the Eyes of Laura Mars
fashion photographer
who took pictures of murdered victims
I cannot endorse these
as family vacation clips
they are so like Nazi propaganda vignettes from Theresienstadt
being shown to the world in hopes of swaying the onlookers that
life is just beautiful here…
that this is one big happy family
No, I know the truth
Laughing Out Loud in the Afterlife
Last night
us dead people
sat around
on our eternal couches
Looking out loud
at all of you back on earth
tears of laughter
falling down our faces
our guffaws loud enough
to wake up
all the deceased
from their heavenly beds
staring down at the
awestruck expressions
on your faces
when you found out
that you were “not in the will.”
instead of sitting
comfortably in retirement
you will be forced
to get up
off your asses
and keep a job
our friends here
in serene eternity
slap their thighs,
laugh hysterically
can’t contain themselves
instead of what
you thought
was to be
“your golden years” payout
we fleeced you
we oldsters who you all thought
were just old fools
put our hard earned money
on a long shot
someone totally
unknown to you
who came around for us
when we were on Earth
held us in their arms
when life took
some sad turns
bestowed kindness
without being asked
or having expectations
of anything
In return
R.M. Yager is a nurse/teacher/photographer whose topics are marginalized, at-risk populations. Poetry is her vehicle to deliver words most people find unspeakable. She hopes to offer inclusion, wants to stop you in your tracks with controversial humor/tragedy within family and relationships, but she also loves whimsy and humor. She started submitting poetry within the last two years; a list of journals that have published her works is available upon request.