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JOURNAL #14 he was a fairy top mop
the his hair used to lay
but look at him now
why, he looks like the Junior JFK
I can't quite recall his name
I believe it was Brian McKay
if that is indeed he
making his grand entrance
then I am shocked off my seat's
cushion
the gangly man child has metamorphisized
into a paint worthy Adonis
and yet I find myself still searching for
the dirty clothing and badly scraped knees
his hypnotic eyes capture mine
and I can't help but feel like I've been
caught in alluring head lights of the
smokiest gray
thinking to my astonished self
no, no this can't be little Brian McKay
how are you dear M? he asks and I don't
know what be appropriate to say
the words, 'Oh fine, How are you?' manage
to slip out from between my lips without
sounding too strained
my mind revolts
this is little skinny Brian McKay!
all grown up now
and in every imaginably incredible way
in my dizzied head a familiar old Tide
commercial begins to play
ah, but at his temples I note a light
touch of gray
his maturity is validated to me by that one
tiny visual imperfection of life's detraction
from one's age
surprised
he asks
and I say why yes!
to his impromptu dinner invitation
and alas I find I am helped so to turn
yet another impossible page
and with once little, skinny Brian McKay
no less
why, I think to my smiling self as I am
escorted to the dining hall
what an absolutely delicious rage
I should guess
sitting down to eat coquettishly with
pure as sin and utterly handsome , grown up,
successful business man Brian McKay
life can be so 'Coincidentally Ironic'
I guess one could say................
(Jan. 6, 1996)
