I wear a headband of police tape.
\nMy brain is a crime scene.
\nSometimes I say what I don’t think
\nor think what I don’t mean.
\nMy memory’s a jukebox
\nfull of skipping forty-fives.
\nToo many tunes, too many tracks,
\ntied to so many lives.
\nAwake all night, plagued by my plight,
\nsurrendering by dawn,
\nI rise at noon, aware that soon
\nthe day is almost gone.
\nI know that aging’s not a crime,
\nbut it could be much cleaner.
\nIt’s surely not a felony,
\nperhaps just misdemeanor.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"