Overlife Sensation

Odd
To see Saul’s picture
Smiling from the cover of
An overpriced airport bookshop magazine
& not just cause print is dead,
Essentially–
But I knew the guy
Back when he wuz a nobody
Same as yrs truly.

What’s odd
Is that I haven’t known him since
In all these years
Till all at once
He’s gone from no one to someone
In the blinking of an inkling
Right there next to Cat Fancy
Just catty corner to the Highlights for Kids–
My old pal Saul has at last
Arrived at his identity
Even if he has apparently
Changed his name to Paul for the papers;
There’s no way to hide
From the ones who knew ye when.

Color me greeneyed with envy
Tho not quite a monster
To be late for my flight
Buying an extortionate biscotti
Before the gate closes
When what to my wandering eye should appear
But the reminder of a pact we made
Back when we were both nothing–
That someday we would make
Something of ourselves,
Or else the first one to get there
Would come back for the other
Since fickle Fate
Is such a wishy washy twat
Fame don’t fall on deserving shoulders
Due to hope & hard work
Rather at random
With a fifteen minute half life
That should be more than enuff time
To invite yr old pal Earl up to
That deeluxe apartment
In the sky-high.

Tho something in the crooked cock
Of Saul/Paul’s converted smile
The brief instant before I collect my snack
Suggests I shouldn’t hold my breath
Whilst waiting for a phone call.