Based on Actual Events
My past is becoming a movie
that plays on cable in my mind,
complete with commercials.
No need for Netflix,
I want to just flip channels.
In a universe filled with stars,
I am just a sitcom actor,
my memories are half digested by life.
I jumped a fence today.
When’s the last time ya jumped a good fence?
I can’t tell what is true
and what is just a poem
perpetuated for the myth of love.
'Cause someday we must return
to the movies in our brains.
My life was on pause for so long
that I lost the remote
And resigned to relive Grease 2.
But these moments we can't fake,
and the angels never leak the expiration date.