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.
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