Since hindsight
proved 20/20
I do the only sensible thing
–I schedule every yesterday
Plot and plan the past so meticulously
there’s hardly any conflict whatsoever
secure in the reality
that what’s next—was
.I never ruminate.
.nor muse in maudlin fashion.
.nor even wax nostalgic.
(for tomorrow)
on events not passed
opportune knocks untapped
orations unuttered
all hanging–over
–over ever on the brink—
gulping full-strength, preemptive aspirin
to prevent former headache
–hoarding the present
like a Grinch
(who will)
recording the now
like a stenographer
(with full permission)
marking time
like a to-done list
(before the stain sets in)
eager to
get back
to back
chickenscratch
scored through.
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