Past Lives
Past Lives I recognize the guy in the photo- I can’t quite place his face I can see a certain resemblance but it’s nothing if not vague they seem to be having quite a time everything shines at that age then you get fat bald and wise what you wouldn’t trade for another chance these past lives a fiction who’s writing them anyways I was once filled with anticipation now eye rolls fill my belly past lives feel like an exception to this misery and fear who said there was life without possibility it’s nothing I want to hear I ignore the cracks in my back now my hands don’t wanna close I reach for that pen like Burroughs with a needle the ink then turns to smoke I’m gonna write my way out of this add another chapter a last minute come from behind explosion blown in the jaws of failure