We Boomer Boys   We boomer boys were once The Noise but now we run to trouble, no longer seize those victories we scored when we were able,   as x-rays blaze arthritic ash where hip and thighbone groove like heavy metal musos giving choir prac a serve.   And bio-mass beside our beds grows capsules, powders, ointments, retirement ceding time at last for medical appointments.   We Boomer Boys went tertiary, degrees in feeling sore, our liberal arts the scratching posts where undergrads might claw.   We Boomer Boys wore corduroys and styles of fustian flaunt, for every style…