in the literary word,
i'm a man:

  so what the **** does
it matter,
if it's not
a here's johnny!

               moment?

little?
nothing?
  a truck-driver?!

    i can only
assume "it" being the latter...
but by then?

  the horror,
is only strangulating
the present, with a past,
and fathoming
the future.