a poem scribbled on a piece of paper found when preparing for the move to nyc
Onward, my son,
into the navy blue oblivion,
Where avarice is thawed
and longing flows
like a liquor of the leaves;
Where lifetimes elapse
between clicks of the lefthand turn signal.
Here, to the north,
is where you'll find your way.
The Present awaits you at the end
of this road and every one
like it.
Who and where you have been
drives your destiny.
8:56 p.m. 5/12/06
into the navy blue oblivion,
Where avarice is thawed
and longing flows
like a liquor of the leaves;
Where lifetimes elapse
between clicks of the lefthand turn signal.
Here, to the north,
is where you'll find your way.
The Present awaits you at the end
of this road and every one
like it.
Who and where you have been
drives your destiny.
8:56 p.m. 5/12/06