One Last Scratch

Mid-life crisis maybe?

         One Last Scratch



There’s a reason for everything
I’m told. Don’t fall in-
just another ice-covered lie,
a beg upwards from the pit
of remorse and fear.

I want to scratch the earth
one last time-
Before winter comes and
steals away my memories.

I’ll bore it deep and permanent-
a river canyon for a thousand years.
Etched like blood-stained buffaloes
on hidden cave walls,
I want to be remembered,
like Karo syrup and the guillotine-
A perfect blend.

An echo from the past-
a Big Bang.
Radio waves bouncing off
the moon and racing to the
ears of tomorrow’s wiz-kids.

Sturdy like Roman columns-
until the land breaks loose
and rust dissolves wood and nails,
and cement cities of pitiful purpose.

I want to be the pitchfork,
finding the needle
in the haystack.

Questions, seldom answers.