The Iceman Knoweth

When you arrive it will smell like a Chicago comic book shop in 1981 …

Perfection has the patience
of ice cream after dinner
Perfection anticipates
the happiness of popularity
Perfection can be seen
out the corner of your eye
Perfection will recognize itself in a mirror
but will shy away without acknowledgement
Perfection is a silent fart
that drives everyone from the room

Wounded ducks understand perfection
and the iceman knoweth
it is the end of the line
and all that comes between then and now are

Gypsies selling sunflowers
and
Wrinkled old men sipping espresso
and
Stone monuments to minutes
that passed two-hundred years ago

You can get there
but
you cannot try to get there
Men piss on it
write their name on it
but
they’re only competing with themselves

When you arrive
it will smell like a Chicago comic book shop in 1981
and
speak with the salty breath of ocean air
along the Oregon Coast
and
snore like a hound dog
in your grandfather’s dreams
and

When you arrive
tell them
I’m on my way

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