<p> another comeback </p> <p> climbing back up out of the ooze, out of<br> the thick black tar,<br> rising up again, a modern<br> Lazarus.<br> you're amazed at your good<br> fortune.<br> somehow you've had more<br> than your share of second<br> chances.<br> hell, accept it.<br> what you have, you have.<br> you walk and look in the bathroom<br> mirror<br> at an idiot's smile. <br> you know your luck.<br> some go down and never climb back up.<br> something is being kind to you.<br> you turn from the mirror and walk into the<br> world.<br> you find a chair, sit down, light a cigar.<br> back from a thousand wars<br> you look out from an open door into the silent<br> night.<br> Sibelius plays on the radio.<br> nothing has been lost or destroyed.<br> you blow smoke into the night,<br> tug at your right<br> ear.<br> baby, right now, you've got it<br> all. </p>