At least I have this,

My clean slate.

A clear goal,

One hundred words

And a sense of accomplishment.

Later I will do my laundry,

Smell the cheap soap.

Mexican TV in the background.

There are Important Things To Do,

Instead I heat some soup

And think about 

Sam,

Chris,

Eric,

Jim,

Adrian,

John,

Bruno, 

Jacques,

Tom, 

Shane,

Matthew,

Samuel,

Andrea,

Ramon,

Christoffer,

Liborio,

Lucio,

Emanuele,

Valerio,

Federico.

Each had something to teach

But their lessons mostly

cancel each other out,

Unless we’re good at paradoxes

And embody the Tao

Instead of just digging the idea

Like an aging hippie.