Avocado Adirondack

Redwood lawn chairs painted green
soak up the sun, allow rosebuds
to push through slats and poke
my bare back as I sit and slouch
toward a personal Bethlehem
urging new thoughts to emerge
as years wane renewing; faces
of my youth flash by me, one minute
focused, most times fussy, indistinct;

frustrated by a memory gone surreal
it seems like wisteria vines curled
around my skull, squeezing sensibility
causing waves of forgetfulness,
confused speech, and orgasmic comfort
as touch my hat-free forehead then nap;

dreams move from a relative calm
to disturbing visions of automobiles united
by a common bond at world-wide
wrecking yards while former owners
like me grow slack, fat and withered,
reside in rest home playing checkers,
and watch Perry Mason reruns on TV.