grumpy

basketball game chills

            play-by-play

        I am in

    how you tell a story

and I can feel nostalgic

    for a time I was not born

            like I am in house dress

     flour is on my apron

I'm calling the boys in 

                        for dinner.

sometimes

    I forget these todays will be

        flashback to the action hero's

dead girlfriend for whom he

    avenges, 

tomorrows

    a reoccurring dream

        smile over the shoulder

    slow-motion

  will be how I remember

someday.

owe you, 

        I owe you,

so much more than 

    just my public domain time.