in a dusty part of the dark attic seldom visited
crumbling apart into pieces -- unfolding
brown and browner yesterday’s headlines
dead little bugs nestled inside
did they have good lives
old photographs retrieved from a musty old chest in the dark attic
faces and names faded like light in the muddy sky
coming through the spooky circular window
that was a floor above the grand vestibule
fancy peel and stick glass vine like design
big attic, big basement, big house, big memories
not sure why I remember those things now
things seem so long ago that it doesn’t seem to be me
I don’t like looking at pictures of myself because it isn’t me
staring into the mirror --- who are you?
like watching movie downtown cinema boarded up theatre
salty buttery popcorn, ice with drink, chocolate candy bar in hand
somebody else up there on screen looks like I did
vague recollections, divorced from the emotions, puzzled by the actors
what the hell were they thinking; what the hell was I thinking
I know how this is going to turn out—-do you want me to tell you the ending
but...too much time wasted on thinking about wasted time
head out early, down to comfort coffeeshop
