[it’s too late to be late again]

j christ and his
brother back in the summer of ’74,
                                      remember?

cemetery road where it dead-ends down by the
river and bowie on the tape deck, maybe
iggy, maybe t rex, and no one knows
the girl’s name, of course

no one has any money for more
beer, and the pot’s all gone

21st century just hangs there beyond the hills,
and not all of our father’s end up
making it that far

not every story happens the way
we’ll tell it to our kids

all that really matters in the end is that
there are always better ways to live