Forever

          another season dissipates in a wet embrace--
                 churning towards oblivion,
                   answering a whisper still trapped
                in a 40-ounce bottle of delight.
              asking again--an umpteenth "where ya from?"--
                  pretending at geography ...
               the world a stage--as you like it,
                 tapping feverishly--an endless refrain
                   in a last race with solitude.