Ten years from now I’ll answer all my own questions I’ll take care with the brighter lights and sadder days Even when there’s nothing but the abyss of empty rooms Of fleeing demons on the swoop and prowl for what’s left Even when there’s everything under the rug and more And more reasons to keep the turns and sidetracks buried Even if I can’t begin to know or try or see or do all the oaths Of foolish guardians on my shoulder that are fed up
Somewhere there will be a flash or a bump or a splash Of the best kind of amnesia to remind me to let myself Forget the silly toobabs and bills and errors of a decade Spent on the worst kind of expectations and fights And frights and sights and blighted odysseys of my times As a hero—Theseus and Perseus know how hard it is
How can all the boxes underneath the bed ever be cleared Of the things they hold so boldly in the face of the moving Planets and lonely Pluto waiting not so patiently for a surrender From the waxing waning pulling straining lifting tugging Falling and falling that keeps me awake and puts me to sleep And asks and asks and asks and asks and asks