It's hard to keep
this dull flow content
while drifting further
down the bend.

A flock of seagulls disappear
and re-appear
in the wind.

The wind has swept
my sand house away.
I'll travel further,
one grain a day.

The wicker fence dissolves
into the earth,
and is forgotten.

Choices I make tonight
will define my integrity
and will power,
for the remainder of life.

The Thai girl beckons
with finger curling,
wearing only skin.

The drift continues past
that horrid bend,
full of lust and longing,
full of desperate ends.

I'll make it work
If I just pretend,
I only drank half the Jack,
and we're just one quarter friends.

10/16/2012