everybody squanders pasts,
wastes graduations,
tires of ambitious ramblings,
chomps apples,
stirs laundry,
idles vehicles,
sprays radio sounds.
flat chesting of an elderly man
bragging about his television commercial,
claiming he never saw it,
sunning himself,
(flaccid breasts of aging men
sunned to no-stick crisps)
letting on that maybe he saw himself
on a television in a taxi but
insisting it was not whilst coming home from
the airport, the airport, airport.
his beerbelly buddies smile,
sun themselves,
sun themselves by their
chisel-faced, famous neighbor,
not grinning, letting him hog the spotlight,
letting him grin into
the sun, sky, clouds,
their mouths firm,
their mouths straight.
