Man o man, how time flies,
am I right, with nectarines?
One minute it is August 8th, 2008,
and the next minute it is now.
And the now keeps getting deeper,
stretching past some invisible horizon
where dogs die and love lets listen,
am I the only time traveler?
I will ride the Long Island Railroad
and listen to St Joseph's
and meet you near the grocery store,
and pretend to be young and dumb.
This goddamn goodnight
has lasted for eight years,
and continues and trembles,
becoming biblical.
I have died thrice with fire hands,
in concerts and Honda Civics
and killer kisses
where once was is still is.