out of place, back in time

not sure where this came from

you never think time slips away

that this is all part

of one long orgasm.

yet, then there's the christmas pictures

and forgotten pairs of jeans

in the bottom of the dresser

to remind us how fat our a*s is getting.

we always thought we'd get around

to learning to play the guitar

or whatever fantasy we subscribe to

to make the days turn to night

just a little bit quicker.

these faces not noticing me

hurt more than old friends

i'd be happy never seeing again.

time and death

will never stop for me,

and i have been a fool

to belive so for this long.

the dream is over, man.

cast off the leather jacket of hope

and feel the snuggness

of the old woolen sweater of comformity.

don't let these thoughts worry you too long,

soon enough there will be babies spitting and shitting

all over you

to take your mind off it long enough

to have a heart attack.