Good Intentions
I am surely on the road to hell;
I recognize the paving.
In fact, I think
I own the truck
and all the equipment
required to resurface
this slippery and sloping
path to perdition.
I’ve been at it for a long, long time:
books I meant to read,
diet resolutions, junk removal,
aborted dinner parties,
the poems never submitted,
the classes I never took..
the multiple colors of my misled life
coalescing in one great pattern of regret,
with a purposeful double line
leading to the flames.
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