so preposterous to attempt
so... so vain, really
how dare you
i would use an analogy
a cliche
your life is like passing a baby in a stroller
on the second floor of the library in the fall
and sixteen seconds later, you can't remember
the baby in the stroller or what the baby looked like
and that's your life: you are the baby in the stroller
i pray to the sun
and it rises but i forget
like a slippery root
jutting from the cliff's bottom
like in a cartoon, slipping, slipping
every memory like a penny in a plastic blue case
filled with water, land it on the pad for a free burrito
wafting left and right, down it goes
and it never hits
keeps floating left and right
faster than you ever expected
immediate and over,
the inevitable life poem