a cameo appearance
I’d been there before
in some form or fashion
not necessarily déjà vu
not some recurring dream
instead something else entirely
like watching a critically acclaimed film
I’ve seen over & again
for the very first time
that was me
I was looking at
it was always me
or so I’ve come to discover
a spot role in a sleeper masterpiece
an unlit marlboro hanging
from my left hand
or maybe a derringer
what happens next
will become problematic
always the storyline transgressing
into digressive tangents
thinly foreshadowing
the greatest of all falls
at the end all alone & listless
the credits quickly flying by
may two thousand twenty
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