He was a remover of labels,
an un-joiner. It started early,
weeding out Lutheran, quitting Scouts,
giving up on Letter Sports,
no Chess Club.
Had been quick-sketched
as Joe College, Beat then Hippie,
dropped out of the Counter Culture
after Altamont. Avoided PTA
Greenleaf and Lunchliners,
answered the door naked for Jehova’s Witness.
Despised the polarity of self-righteous Right
and cynical Left, even worse was Center.
Abhorred PhD, NRA, Urbanite, and middle-aged,
believed Polo Ponies revealed
a lack of self esteem and kept an eye,
but from afar, on AA, AAA and AARP.
His recent Ex in designer jeans
contemplating 33 years
of existential sophistry,
scooped the Maxwell House
high test in the BUNN coffee maker,
thinking she’d need a roadie to keep her awake.
Took two Excedrin and a valium
pulled the BMW onto I-95,
popped in an Elton CD,
it was exactly an hour’s drive
to the monthly rendezvous.
They would watch
the Yankee/Red Sox game,
it was most certainly post season
and have sex as usual
at his place.
He was preparing generic snacks,
sipping on homemade wine –
stopped quickly in front of the
dining room mirror
hoping for a little definition –
amusing himself with the myth
that no reflection was a sign of the undead –
went back to the kitchen
feeling properly primped,
spontaneous and in the third person.