Nothing's sadder than listening to other people party
toying with the abacus of ideology
while twenty-year-old prodigals
get half-bipolar on the blow--
exotic dope--qualuudes ayahuasca
cool stuff briefcased in
from cities richer than thou
more well-adjusted than thou
learning money management
as you play the lottery
roasting marshmallows on coat hangers
over candles on the roof
sliding home on the frozen tears
of dirty old lunatics
patrolling in Town Cars for love
to watch the earth turn on its side
absorbed by elementary questions
it asks us to answer with assumptions:
What is a point? What is a line?
What do you miss when you have everything
and no desire?
Some birds never learn to fly and still survive. 1999