Archive for January 7th, 2008
The many faces of memory
Its shape, a cube. The vibe of yesterday still keeps on
Fumigating
It’s neverending foolish fugue.
The flames of remembering
Still burn through the faltering
Flakes
Mistakes, there were so many, then a few
Dear stupid God, why did you keep it
Secret
Now if I only knew what lies at the corners
Of a memory
It’s scary, isn’t it? I wouldn’t know, my thoughts and feelings
are kindly hidden, frozen under
And even this intrusive banter,
Goes with snow.
