Monday, July 30, 2007

What You Might Say

There comes a time when you can't move through
the universe
so you count on your friends and family
to make something happen that matters.
And even if it doesn't happen
the dreams you have about life
persist, like the urge for sexual interaction in
aging mammals.
There is always something, like a windshield,
that makes us want to pass aerodynamically
through the air.
And yet the air is a barely there.
So, anyway, you get super drunk and try
to move past the obvious.