tumbling
through time
as I lay thinking
always remembering
how this crapshoot of life
crushed my dreams spinning
me into an unlikely comedy
listening to a busy world
trains, ships, planes,
never ending hiss of cars
revved up motorcycles
loud televisions, shouts,
radios, alarms, sirens
shifting memories
over in my mind trying
to find some pattern
finally night, long, deep
and black covers me with
blankets of forgetfulness
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