Write Like H E Double Hockey Sticks

If you want to tell today’s plain fact
You’d best record it right away
Before it’s blinded and bewildered by time
Turns into tomorrow’s I-think stumbling fiction
Fraying, blurring, sharp edges wearing
With a sucked out center wrinkled empty
A wheel you can’t hold spinning out of control
Onward to some forceful crash up
Somewhere out there broken all to bits and pieces
Smashed and transglomerated
Into an amorphous gray mass blob
That your memory’s gone and rehashed
Slouching farther away from your failing brain
And then turning, hey, it’s all coming back to me
But in the slowest slow motion it’s redefining
What “all” means
To be some rehashed recollection
Kind of orbiting down and around
Your head scratching gray cells
Coming in for a lunatickled landing
Of what did he say then
What did she do when
Was there a part about
Did she say something about
Did he do anything about
About . . . about . . .
About like that
It possibly happened
This way I sort of recall
And you know it’s mostly fractions
Adding up to a sum of parts fiction
So if you want just the facts
You’d better write them down really fast