One Day This Will Be Our Past

One day this will be our past
Notice the overtures
Notice the ferris wheels
Notice the fascination
We have always felt
With ferris wheels

Eat a grape
Eat an apple
Taste the difference?
There's a difference

Broker a deal
Belie the issue
Does anyone know
How to belie an issue?

It sounds technical
Like so much
Like how so many things
Have, and are, and become
Technical

Dash a hope
Splash some water on your face
And keep going

But don't mind the awful paint job
Or the Pekingese wallpaper
Or the photo of the child
For there is always a photo of a child
In poor, poor writing

This is a revision
This is a revision of a third draft
And the first was sloppy
With bad penmanship
All things
Go to hell

This is just the way
Things are

But one day
This will be our past

Soda and sex
And gross exaggeration
And 't's crossed wrong
Will be
Our past

Behind us

So far behind us
We'll never be able to go back

And then we'll say--

'Don't you wish we could go back?'

And we will

We will wish it terribly
Terribly, terribly hard

But it will be too late

We will be somewhere else
That is nothing like here
With all its here and now-ness

One day this will be over
And we'll be stuck
In a whole
New
Past