Nov 20 2008
All in Vein
The elusive quest for euphoria
Looms at the dripping tip
Of a hypodermic swoon.
Bulbous nightcrawlers fidget violently
In an arm of dirt,
Feint and bob
Like a panic-stricken prizefighter.
Hitting the slippery screwball
Takes exponential discipline –
Be patient, keep your hands back,
Think centerfield, just make contact.
Perching in a tree stand
During a snowy hunt
You must wait for the buck
To be captured by dreams
Before sanguinary sniping.
And finally, eureka! Vacuum,
As the needle’s register submerges.
The tunnel’s threshold shovels
Darkness onto the light
Affording a crawling ocular eclipse.
The window at the 25 cent
Peepshow is bankrupt,
Foreshadowing a farewell.
The final fleck of iridescence
Constricts into the cherrywood
Tomb of temperance.
