Dirty Old Guys. By Dan Provost

 Don’t we all want to be dirty sometimes?

Trudged through the mud emotionally?

Can’t help but looking at her undies on a dress two times too small.

Quickly staring up…saying to yourself: “my oh my—I just didn’t look there!”

Getting bagged by the wife as you stare into endless cleavage…

Reassuring her that she’s still a beauty.

Once in a while it’s good feeling cheap…

Naughty, but accepted as a filthy old man,

Dwindling down to limp emphatic…when the urge is there

but the power isn’t.

  Dan Provost has been published throughout the small press for many years.  He is the author of nine books and lives in Berlin, New Hampshire with his wife Laura.