Gary West on the Other Side of the
Reflections of a Rebel Without a Cause
Cracked mirror.
Unshaven face stares red-eyed and gaunt
Back at me. Ghostly.
Life lived in a rush:
Fast food
Cigarettes
Alcohol
Drugs
Fast cars
Faster women.
Speed Freak
In more ways than one.
Long hair
Leather jacket
Tattooed
Blue-jeaned punk.
Rebellious
For no reason
Than to be different
Apart from every one else.
An individual.
Cool and misunderstood.
Middle-aged now.
Stricken with aches and pains
Gray
Thinning hair
Scarred skin
Sagging flesh.
And cancer.
Incurable.
Death just around the corner:
Days
Weeks?
Doesn't matter.
Good times. An
Exciting
Adrenalin pushing
Life.
Short
With only one possible regret:
Maybe I should've stood for something
Something of importance
Substance.
(shit-ass-eating grin)
Naw.
Fuck it.
© Copyright Gary West 2007