Me at 22 - A Poetic Reflection of My Time in Kirksville

An Intersection Never Reached

            Streets like Washington and Jefferson and other great leaders

                        set the roadmap across this college-town Kirksville

A student living on borrowed time with a borrowed money for a

predicted future and features that can lead to great new leaders

            The irony of repeatedly picturing myself standing literally at the corner of

                        Normal and High Streets

            The smell of last night’s spilled beer isn’t something I’m crying over like milk

because I know that tonight I will get the opportunity to spill again

            My house is cramped and cluttered only cause crap is laying around in piles

of future pickups and excuses

With the vision of tonight’s next shotgunned beer, hours of power and other

ways to intoxicate our minds right up to the point of losing control

Ignoring the fictional power of such euphemistic descriptive terms of

strength in consuming liquid courage

           

I wonder do I WANT to do this

            Or am I flirting with my body HAVING to do this

           

            Did I get close enough to blacking out last night or

            Am I closer to blacking out this whole year?

            The fear of not finding that path of Washington and greatness

            Can be drowned in another straight shot of my friends Jack and Jim

           

            Wanting the night to end in blissful forgetfulness stumbling toward another

night of liquid erasures.

           

            The intersection of Addiction Lane and Disaster Road never ended up seeing

my feet

            But the street sign was just down the sidewalk looking back through the

                        alcohol haze in the gaze from Truman’s eyes