Blind Corners and Jack Hammers

Sudden memories

Appear out of nowhere

Like cocktail servings

In minute increments

Like unexpectedly meeting

An old friend as you turn

Left at a blind corner

Catching you viciously off guard

Like being shown an old

Home video

That remind your sorry self

How at one point you were alive

Tasted life down to its

Very core

Dared to go to the very edge

And yet find that,

You could not say

"More."

Instead what you could manage were

Soft retorts of,

"Maybe in an alternate universe,

Maybe another lifetime. "

And now I am writing this

On an imaginary journal

That you handed to me

On the drabbest street

Praying as I write you feel

The strokes, hear me talk

To myself,

"Life is a word problem,

According to them

Whoever said calculus

Was of no use was right

A lot of X's and Y's

Variables they call them

Damn right they were

And me? I'm a "W"

And there's no solution

To this complexity

There can be

No saving me or you."

And these memories?

They don't do anything

Except to fill those

Empty spaces that

Were once no less empty

Until you filled them

With impossible possibilities.

Possible impossibilities

Which is it?

My head is pounding

Like a jackhammer on

an unfinished cemented street

Now I would rather have

Myself smacked on that

Blind corner wall than see

What was around it.

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