10,453. ALL I EVER

ALL I EVER

All I ever wanted to do was

snare a fox, stop a bullet, and

end a pain. I wanted to go out

and stay drunk - so totally bad

that my eyeballs each would

go off in different directions.

-

I'd sleep in  a cave of reckoning

amid echoes of the sounds of a

roaring clock. Our pas de deux,

coming though, would have to 

do. Highballs to the eyeballs too.

-

I made pain and injury my major

product; my maladjusted fittings

to the grommet of the world. All

I ever really wished for were my

dreams, unfurled; but that failure

was a powder-keg too. Getting 

drunk now is all I wish to do. 

-

Today there's rain on Jeremy's

old Christmas lightbulbs, which

have never come down. They

will still be up in March. That's

so like this town. 'I walk this
lonesome road, the only one
that I have ever found...'