When their things happened when their life became
Variously more interesting I sat in history class
Swallowing information and throwing up no dates
Things move and there is no single time they happen
I have one year in my life the year I came of age
Left for university left for city left for my own life
The year I died or the year I was born: 2012
Even the year my father died I do not recall I suppress
But one year lives in my mind like a dream unceasing
Another phantom a new child or adult a student
Drunk and high and wide-eyed slings an arm around
Bumbles poetry and philosophy and pisses
My one man menagerie in a dress unfinished