second time around

nothing compares to the original

the rewind switch

is the biggest curse

man was ever given.

experiences come

with a shelf life

of the moment,

and once it passes

it needs to be buried

in a graveyard

of other incidents

that should never

be visited again.

memory is the b*****d

behind us in the movie theater

who won't stop talking

or munching on popcorn

too god-damn loud,

and each time

we sit down on the

worn out padded seats

he will walk in

moments later

and ruin what joy

we hoped could be squeezed

from a silver screen

and watered down soda.

a single wish

to be an anonymous fish

forever floating

through the world

unaware of what

he has passed

too f*****g stupid

to care what's ahead.