Sometimes it’s Hard to Remember

I forgot I wrote that
I forgot I started that war
killed that kid
stabbed that priest
made those inmates kiss for no good reason
or at least the reason doesn’t seem relevant or at least the reason in my head at the time doesn’t match with what’s in my head now
I forgot to take a shower shave buy new shoes
I forgot what day it is but thankfully I have a phone to remind me
I forgot to go to sleep
I forgot to go to work
or maybe I didn’t forget but rather just didn’t want to go because I don’t like working or maybe I forgot to write it in
or maybe I just don’t like working on other people’s dreams
which don’t really seem like dreams
they just seem like repetitive nightmares of producing green paper to float around
I forgot how pretentious I sound sometimes when writing or thinking or speaking or sounding
but I guess none of it should be all that surprising
since I live within the confines of an asphalt jungle-gym stretching out into the ether forever wandering wondering wanderlusting
for a sick moment to be alone
and then gone