Someone shot an arrow out of a helicopter
It landed in a swimming pool
Out near Pasadena.
I would’ve drowned if I’d known
It was coming.
I would have dove in
In my sleep
To retrieve it
And maybe just maybe
I would have died
With my lungs full of chlorine.
Or maybe there was a tavern somewhere
With enough alcohol to poison me
Or a cubicle
Within which I might work
Some menial existence
Or a train to anywhere
Or a dead lover’s empty bed
Waiting for me
To languish in what has been lost.
But it was a swimming pool,
And I did not hear the news in time.
So the next day I wandered into the backyard
But my shoes
And the sun was out
And I just sat there staring
At the arrow
And I wondered where it had come from
And where exactly it was supposed
To have been going
And realized that sometimes
Life is purposeless
And meaning is just a word worth two dollars
I’d spend on a piece of shitty chewing gum
The day of my own funeral.