because of memory
Remember this Michael:
If we look at the worldthrough anthropocentric perspectivesonly,we may never see thetruth
it’s been eleven years
and I still haven’t writtenthat poemabout yousleepingin an old wooden chair maybe tomorrow…
a swift and nimble navigation of the repressed
resulted in a confrontation with a thoughtbred by desireseemingly contradictoryto my ownsense of right and wrong exeunt
I cannot manage the issue at hand
my sheets are dampbut that chill is nothingcompared tothe specters of memoryand delusions grantedby the unintelligible desireI must cut this poem shortand close my eyesand try to sleepbefore grieftakes me over
a pair of elephants tucked ‘neath
the foot of my bedas visions of fancyrun through my head
I remember a time when I
remembered everythingthen I remembered I was humanand remembered my forgetfulness
That scene in the movie,
of the two kids dancing to arecord player on the beach intheir underwear by the fireunder the stars Reminded me of someone from earlier
An absence from the page…
My eyes burn as dry
as the well in my pen;My words are as emptyas the thoughts in my head. I hear nothing next to methe place you used to rest;Where I used to listen to you breatheas I felt my heartbeat in my chest.
