now

rife; tear off the label;
the big guns have been
lowered.
nothing to do now but
sit in the sun
and ponder how you got
from the past to the
present.
now you know…what? that
there was nothing so special
about you
after all.
you kept getting into fights
where you didn’t
belong, you were in over your
head.
you should have eased off
more.
you took on too much and they
burned you–
too much drink, too many women,
too many books.
it didn’t matter all that much.
now you watch the minutes run
up your arms.
you hear dogs bark.
you’re tired enough to listen
now.
you’re an old man in a chair
in a yard
in the world.
a leaf drops on your white belly
and that’s all there
is.