start more stories 

than I can finish

 

love more women 

than I can sleep with

 

intentions misplaced 

plans mislaid

savings decimated 

faiths betrayed

 

I burn decades 

like paper

 

cutting out lives 

for later

 

I don’t claim to understand

what I’ve done it doesn’t matter

 

I guess I never thought 

I could hold onto something so elusive

 

so I spun the world 

without pursuing it

 

and it comes calling for me

like Robert Johnson

 

life happens 

and it happens again

 

most times 

not making sense

 

minds searching for patterns climbing

towards some kind of enlightenment

 

as time’s needles come down

on our heads