Déjà Vu and Déjà Vécu- A comparison.

“Déjà vu, phenomena of the mind”
I watch as my brother sorts his pills,
4 yellow, 5 blue, 1 pink.
His thirsting eyes, craving and aching
For the lullaby his pills sing into the depths--
The calming yellow of an old friend
 Soothing the restless staccato of his mind.
I have seen this before.
I’m sure of it.
“You’re mistaken” I whisper.
“How so?” he asks as the bleached eyes of the Texas sky
Transform into darting, disconnected glimpses of nothing in particular.
“Déjà Vécu”
An eerie phenomenon, a feeling;
Of the knowledge of moments to come.
He reached for his coat
Which I had held in my hand;
Aware that in no time at all I would hear the muffled effort
of the 1999 Toyota Jarvis, not quite starting up.

The puzzled look on his face, slowly, piecing together.
He would be home at 2 am.
It was Ten Buck Tuesdays in the streets of the City of Angels.
Los Angeles Boulevard in the dead of the night
Was filled with nothing but crack addicts and prostitutes--
--Desperate souls that tormented the minds of the fortunate. .
He would come home smelling like Chanel No. 5.
“Déjà Vécu is knowing you have seen an event before, in great detail.”
“Oh.”
“I’m going down to the boulevard, meeting with a friend.”
Chanel No. 5.
“Okay.”
“I’ll be home soon.”
It was 2:05 am when headlights illuminate the vastness of the living room.
I didn't have to check the clock.
I knew.
This smell is familiar.
I had seen this before.
I was sure of it.