Poetry Archives Bio
February 27, 2005
7:20 PM
man and his cymbals

desperately trying to get
   to point B
  it sinks in

      it will not happen
      not tonight
    there will be no pilgrimages
    pill grimaces
      or sheer delight in
     knowing you can go the
        distance

    but you'll always come back
 desperately trying to get
    to the point
  and your heart sinks
    but there are no clean ways
    to do these things

   no time to say goodnight
   to everything
       before the big sleep