Old Ladies

An insurgency of old maids limber up pie arms and crack backed
menopause muscles; dough fluff truculent recipe binders vomit
secrets no man will taste; sarcophagus bed sheets unwind like
fish wrap; newspaper headlines read ‘old ladies like pies’.

Knead smooth and imbue with penicillin their night nap blues fish
squander pills; the old dirty ladies need penicillin to live
and more newspaper for winding when the light mocking parked
moon splays its legs and queefs shadows and drips dreams in
opulent puddles.

Old silver backed men tire of rolling penicillin laced old shoes
in yesterday’s news, inverted paintbrush moustaches wiggling
with a young ape’s desire for branch bending and lethargic
serenade seat humping crescendo slap-faced car parking.

The moon farts white memories of day against night’s vinyl bench;
a night squawk of randy old ladies in feathers and capes and
shawls hurl pies at question-mark faced male letter-bagged
pseudo-suitors door chiming for signatures and innocuous
tooth wagging.

Pies shaped like children warm on bug chewed sills casting lines
for would be gampies beseeching the manumition of sour
gummed oblivion for the sullied convolutions, sulci and gyri, of
tree stumped, annum ringed osteo-barbed grandma thighs.

Running limp-legged down tick-tock gauntlets the old ladies
curtsy; Chronos’ spidersilk smile suspends dump truck beads of
slobber; chewing hourglasses, loosing jaundiced teeth, he
spits bisected years and broken stained glass jigsaw
recollections;

The double jointed arms of golden youth swing nylon knee-socks
brimming with doorknobs and couger-rands, clubbing the hell
out of all of the wander hunched old maids, missing not a
one.

And the young dance and call this music.

Sean Ruane is a shuffle footed basket of slurs. He likes coffee, beer, and Boolean algebra.
He lives in Baltimore with his wife and two children. He has a masters degree in
experimental psychology and is working on masters degrees in computer science and
creative writing at Johns Hopkins University. He has been published or has work
forthcoming (mostly forthcoming) in Juked, Word Riot, Edifice Wrecked,
Thieves Jargon (as E.F.Arnau), Monkeybicycle, Eyeshot, Johnny America, Sein und
Werden, 3AM Magazine, Wandering Army, the Flask Review, Mississippi Crow, Boston
Literary Magazine (as Axel Finn), Clockwise Cat, the Houston Literary Review, and
Art and Prose Magazine.