Good Night #67
May 10, 2002

tonight seemed like a good night
to prop up that easel
and let loose on a vein

would be a good night
for seeking truth
and channeling it

would be a good night
to have a spiritual experience
the thunder just dying down,
the sound of the rain dripping
from the eave
a cigarette waiting
to be lit between my lips

only here I am
writing about how
things would be good
if it was possible

apparently not