The passion for money is never fickle.
The Simple Life is not a simple life.
The New York action painters want their pictures to jump off the walls and chase you down the street.
As a youth, I sought out decadence; as an elder, I try to avoid decay.
The beginning, middle, and end are parodied, reversed, and hidden by modernism, but not abandoned.
As the tenor roars his passion, I think sadly of my spreading middle, and his.