Great geniuses
I have been
Great defeats
I have suffered
Great nonsense
I have spouted
Now
The world closes in
Another weekend rounds the bases
Another battle lost forever
Another failure sweeping us along like
seaweed caught in the surf
that rises up
and tumbles over
until foaming-lipped
kisses the tilted sandy plain

It doesn’t matter
The project
wasn’t even the point
Anyway