Playing Nostalgia

alone in this room
except for a few
dozen books, cds and
videoes playing nostalgia while I
pick my toenails and
witness the oncoming dusk
through the flimsy net

twenty years ago all angsty
eager to break out of servitude
but right now this room
of beige and teak and black
this April night
this life's alright
dspite nearly passing out
on stage at lamplight
just over twenty-four hours ago

tonight is different -
always moving
even when seemingly
completely idle
this lovely room
this luxurious headspace
filled with cool air and corruption