I never rode the current,
never blamed the game,
never played myself…
no superhero stance,
no saintly glow,
no fierce warrior,
but not a sorry
hustler either.
but
what's my payoff
in this no-glory race,
hunting the perfect life,
perfect pic,
perfect me?
just
a shot of whiskey,
breeze off the water,
solo scene
and a kind of yearning
that nothing can fill.