no memory


to think this whim, untarnished
sparse in wanting
but please, i trusted that you’d respect my
telephone dream
spun off the highwire vandal’s lip
the head swelled but there was
substance
in the musings of an irrational
conscience
the blood flowed but there it found
permanence
in heartache

wounds can’t heal on their own when they drink alone

listening to shards of sentences fragmented into syllables
and broken rhymes
something sounds like
the night wind, reeling with the enigmatic moonrays heaven dared spill from the dainty
mouth; she was divine and unlamentive toward my cause
took my hand and said that honesty was a lie
and i believed
that innocence was unchaste
and i found faith
in treachery and angst
and i could fathom nothing but
the universe of what i’d never known before
the lava cooled and there i felt
injustice
the ice melted and there i grieved for
flawlessness
in the ugly

nerves can’t feel on their own when deadened by drink alone

i was saying this
merely to prove a point
that being perfect per se
holds within a blemish of vague blindness
towards the unknown and never
eternity is patient
but please, i trusted, however askance
in your fateful dialtone nightmare
off the wire came a static hum, for then i knew the time had come
and gone with the temporary blur of acumen
you promised i wouldn’t keep talking much longer
held so close in the dim of winter,
	a vast vacuum in time
the calamity of it being that of the finest moment in my state of entity
i had no reminiscence
not even a trace of the memory that spanned
almost an infinity




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