Poem #2,834 | Woken to recalls

Woken to recalls –
now re-filed
as stupors –
a flurry since eight
hours ago –
that un-real place I
trawl –
A common other-world
of people no longer known –
A
hideous ex- of friends & lovers
& not all bad –
By my thoughts
they now comport in less ugly
ways –
they still fuck around &
confuse me [still] –
IRL re-sets
it all –
I should not drive by my
auld haunts –
that would solve