10/10 2025
Distance is nothing but everything
What is distance except space, which is nothing
Stretched around time itself?
Conversations might be bigger than that
If we both are big enough to let it.
But if one grows larger
Seeing its landscape painted ---
Electric,
Instant,
Sustained,
Railroads,
Airplanes,
Sprayed across the wall.
You see it in the people in a rush
Are they really ---
Or do they convince themselves they know what they really want?
People pay much more for less
Than one minute with the waitress.
Much less for temporary madness
To be displayed there right on the wall.
The woman on the way to work,
Shadows crawling up freshly washed hair,
To impress the imaginary man on the subway.
Or the man comforting his son in the night.
What worse fate than memory fading
Of when everything was right?
They pay for the privilege of the solution up on the silver screen.
So they can hope plastic does not rot,
That it glimmers against the stars in the sky.
I can do what most people can't do.
I clean up after myself.
I help people when I can.
I think deeply on whether this is all it is
As I sip my beer can.
And the bartender nods, I know she understands.
She's twenty years younger,
And the music's good, and she's the DJ ---
If somebody picks,
And somebody's right,
Is that somebody not the body
To lay mine upon?
The memory is almost faded now,
Hangover's about to start.
Ask me when the memory forms---
Maybe then the world will be mine to conquer.
Though she's not playing from the newest record---
Though she's forgiven for that later
I am grateful, my forgiveness knows no bounds.
What waits for the man who is forever happy
Except for sadness behind every song?
People come and go,
But I remain
Etched at the edge of glory,
Forevermore.
So, people get ready
For the train to Jordan.
What's the difference?
You'll have to ask the bartender, anyhow.
Don't worry at all,
I think it's last call.