no such thing

we are always searching for it
we are convinced
it will be
around the next corner,
afforded by the next paycheck,
wrapped in miracle and

and it will be
holy and

maybe one more child,
one more drink,
one more night,
one more line,
one more hour,
one more
one more.

we pray,
but the
long forgotten.

  — christopher cunningham.

From Thru the Heart of This Animal Life, A Measure of Impossible Humor, from Liquid Paper Press. Copyright ©2005. For more of CC’s work, check out the Guerilla Poetics Project.