Friday, March 14, 2014

Rodak's Writings: Optimism


I woke up
feeling nuttier
than a Mormon.

I figured I could take a second wife.
I could turn the two of them out
as a tag team
on the mud wrestling circuit.

I could make a million bucks
and retire to Boca Raton
with my girlfriend.

I could spend
the rest of eternity
on a nude beach,
tossing bright red chunks
of the loser I used to be
to the screaming white gulls
of deep blue heaven.