if history repeats like a cap gun

identity, stress
and Sartre’s existentialist philosophy.

my body can still surprise me,
especially when driven like an old sports car
by my mind. 

help me stay awake
and stay meaningless.

muses are still borrowed.
some are burned. some burn me.
just lost legs in an Apple store.

we aren't meant to be more than history
and socks in the laundry.