it is not that

it is not that birds will suddenly sing verses
of some next door
redneck bible for sinners
grass will get greener
or wild drunks
pigs or
politicians will grow intelligent faces
with brains behind them
sex will get cheap
fast
television will stop
being an idiot box
and the game
will get won
every Sunday

nothing seems really any lighter than before
it is just that I know you are possible
and finally it all makes sense
and it changes
nothing
but me in relation to the lost universe
inside my cage
so I  think of setting sail
crossing the ocean
in the last vanishing act
out of this self
into the lands of sweet
desperate
Forget it
a place I have never been to