An eternity of afternoons spent well on highways
on seats of sedans thinking of those appointments
– haircuts, job interviews, doctor’s –
repeating over and over
the things that will make it all wrong
with that guy or with that girl
that one that could have been The One.

“No hugging, no learning”
is a fool’s golden rule.
For happiness in return
is promised, but is miniscule.
And there sure is fortune in the cookies
and with good will the bars of candy
I would sell and pay –
my soul’s compass did a 360 today,
so laugh it up, funny man, laugh it all away.

It always meant something, that feeling
of my house not being in order.