come on

memory is a bitch
You can use memory to bury dead while they are still alive
just not present
there are days when many dead come back
walking their paths from ten
twenty
thirty years ago
so different from what life made of them
you lose track of Now
looking into their eyes
in front of numb you
surprised and quiet

this is when Past tells me
last Thursdays
sooner of later come back
but never really manage to make next Wednesdays obsolete
or Mays dancing on the graves of Januaries
so wrong and naive
sick
take 1965  in Nam
resurrected

come on
this is not even this life