smears
Ahhh to be young.
I remember being naked,
covered in blood, and fighting the cops.
Wandering the streets
dirty, drunk, in poverty,
looking for a new life
in each moment of my living
Years ago
these things…
I recall them now,
seeing them in my mind’s eye
as I’m doing the things
I do today.
All I was,
all I’ve ever been,
everything I have ever done,
has become smeared memories,
like paints against canvas.
I blink.
It’s all gone.
