Between

somewhere between

a  local jester in a jet

flying high above

it

all

I am gliding into

endlessness

with a smile

on my face

as every beer can

I have ever crushed in my fist

lies

disgraced and forgotten

but these

words

remain

on the yellowing paper

with dates attached

like

12 – 25 – 87

6 – 20 – 83

4 – 08 - 79

all in coarse pencil markings

and globs of melted eraser tracks

in between the lines

sometime between

a rabid goblin

frightening the Goethe-like children

I

sat above it all

watching the tracks on my arms

disappear into

thin air

and I realize that

I did it all for you

despite the fact that

my hand

had yet to enter into your gaze

as the second hand

slowly marched into

our history

I am failing hard here now

I am a forgotten man under the circus tent

all army green

and pleasant enough, I suppose

to the folks with

faded

sundrenched tattoos

and

Budweiser caps

upon their holy noggins

but for me

it simply

no longer

makes it

so,

I turn up the speakers

and let the tired music

enter into my ears

as I

tear apart the sheets of paper

and throw them in the air

like

a whirlwind of forgetfulness

and

bend down to tie my shoe

only to find

a face looking back up at me

with a look that says

welcome

and I am home again

as the confetti

hits the ground

all around me