My past life seems to be the only thing
current in my life right now
a stationwagon packed to the roof
obstructing the rearview mirror
electrical sputtering at the end of the line
the banks of the river strewn with waste
I have boxes of videotapes
I would like to convert to another format
just to spend the hours as they were spent
when they were first recorded
mostly for the commercials I fast forwarded
when they were current
those thirty second chunks
extending to two minutes twice maybe five
the only way that life is spent
the only definition of now
is something already lapsed plus or minus
between two and five minutes from the current
so very many things to catch up on
if there is time to be had