from 301
eyes dart back and forth
scanning, ever searching
looking for that right
spot
a little metal needle
turns slowly between thumb and finger
what a beautiful object
feathers and a point
taking aim
only to realize that I
this drunken fool
hardly ever hits bullseye
always, always
close
alcohol makes the objective
harder to accomplish
but deceptively more enjoyable
with each miss comes greater laugh
so then, life
how much different is life
from a game of beer and darts?
toss my dart
see it wildly miss
is that not what makes everything so much more
beautiful?
