Here's a 1996 effort - do you like it?

This poem has a shocking twist at the end. Whew! 'George' seems for most of the poem to be a conventional enough sort, someone we could know, whose life is a quest of looking for different avenues into a world of deeper meaning and larger secrets. George attempts to find meaning in mysticism and alcohol, and transcendence through transcending all sorts of social conventions and mores. We never see him as being so much lost or desperate as perhaps amusing, until... the final stanza. That is shocking. Interestingly, he ascends a spiral even as he in a more conventional sense is now understood through all the preceding lines to have been in a descending spiral; George is a sniper! His answer to life's meaning is to look at it through the cross-hairs of a rifle scope, to kill what he cannot otherwise capture. The effect of the perspectival shift is vertiginous in the extreme!! Brilliant and despite what my colleagues might argue this is a POEM!