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

Bugolgi Apparatus