ive come the grips with the fact the last five years
of my life have meant nothing

well, grips, maybe not, I go from thoughts to grips rather quickly
as if it means i can ignore the fact that the only people
who understand what Ive done with half a decade are either
soldiers or travelers,
the first Im never in the company of and second I look
for in alleys like fellow vampires

for holloween I was myself
and I spent most of the night talking to Sarah Palin
at first I didnt recognize her and the introduction was ackward
seeing how I made a lasting impression and couldnt remember her
she produces reality television now

as the ghost that I was, disappeared for five years
I found myself stretching in conversations to think of
things that happened five years ago before I left
the night involved me hearing my name and then walking towards
the sound

the women all left around three about the same time the power went out
when the lights came back on Sarah Palin was gone