Memory XXVII
I am at a loss:
the future waves its infernal eternal
possibilities limitless
every word shattering into others
all-things dangling colorfully in the stillness
courage fades away
shades of the past
crawl over the earth
stifling hope in its crib
stiff hair bristles on my chin
keep away from her
haven’t you learned your lesson?
no.
apparently not well enough
twined sheets wrapt round
these skinny legs
naked in the middle of the night
naked in the middle of the street
shuffling to the music of the moon
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I feel like PastMe came close to some interesting things, but then kind of fucked it up by bringing the personal into it. Also, copy/paste was not my friend here. Messed up the original spacing. Which, at this point, I sort of feel like is an attempt to distract from the weakness of this poem.