Ace Boggess
I heard a CNN Commentator Say
Generation-Xers Are the Adults Now
I want a new reality show called
The Boring Sex Lives of Middle-aged Men.
I want to hear strangers discussing
side effects of pills used as directed.
There’s entertainment in simple things:
headaches, hiccoughs, parallel parking,
Walmart shopping at 3 a.m.
I want a look inside the cubicle.
Give me the ho-hum, humdrum
revival tent at the slacker festival;
a museum of living-room couches,
one with a parents’-basement wing.
It’s all so goddamned interesting.
I feel like a three-legged rhino
running to leap a thirty-foot ravine:
clumsy, bizarre & Sisyphean.
This is my outcry & urgent scream:
once again to be young enough not to care.
About the writer:
Ace Boggess is author of four books of poetry, most recently I Have Lost the Art of Dreaming It So (Unsolicited Press, 2018) and Ultra Deep Field (Brick Road Poetry Press, 2017), and the novel A Song Without a Melody (Hyperborea Publishing, 2016). His writing has appeared in Harvard Review, Mid-American Review, RATTLE, River Styx, North Dakota Quarterly and many other journals. He received a fellowship from the West Virginia Commission on the Arts and spent five years in a West Virginia prison. He lives in Charleston, West Virginia.
Image: Spalding’s Porsche by Rachel Renaudin. No medium specified. No size specified. By 2019. By permission.
