I sit here
on a hard metal brown chair
with classic AWA Wrestling
barely audible in the background
as it shows matches from 1988

I wonder
can the present
coexist with the past
even if it’s only on TV

don’t really need an answer
as I try to draw pictures
on this computer screen
with words which seem silly
when they dance around in my head
but still
these words
seem to be a peeper
making a sound
when they feel the need to

still sitting here
on this brown metal chair
trying to write
trying to make you believe
I know what I am talking about
but you give me that look
a look of total disbelief
that someone, anyone,
could put words together
like this, like I do
yet I continue writing these words

sometimes
when I write
it feels like a catch-22 situation
because I try to write,
I try to get my feelings out,
but nothing comes out
or even arrives to you
with any sort of dignity or understanding

so here I am
writing words
hopefully with understanding
or some sort of meaning
because writing,
whether it has meaning or not,
is a fetish I have
it’s something I’ll never give up