Replayed

There’s another man

With The 48 Laws Of Power

In his hands.

Honestly though,

It might be the same man

As last week,

And only the day has changed.

But I’m not sure,

Because I don’t remember his face.

I just remember

That book.

And wouldn’t you know it?

He ends up sitting right next to me again.

A coffee shop full of chairs,

And this book sits by me

Two weeks in a row.

I realize

That I am wearing my

Assholes Live Forever

Hoodie,

That I bought at thrift store in Portland–

Which is

The same hoodie,

And the same sad irony,

As last week.

Same book.

Same place.

Same hoodie.

Same playlist.

Same poetry.

Same day.

Just replayed.

Same day . . .

Just replayed . . .

And I still feel the same.

Today is just

A little more

Strange.

But still,

The 48 laws Of Power

Can kick rocks.

-C.H.