Can’t Wait (to late)

He didn’t have time for new friends
He didn’t have time for the friends he had

He didn’t have time to talk
To think
To dream
For music, work, sex, or future

Like a religious ascetic on a serpentine esker
Casting wishes off like little stones
Glittering in the sunset
Tumbling and receding

To put it all behind him
To make the end of the ridge
To collapse without comment, thought, of fantasy
He couldn’t wait for peace

He couldn’t wait to fall

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