MEMORY

The brain rejects,

the camera intersects-

we unfold ,unfurl, forget

future files of twisted text.

next

page i

purify

my pineal gland-

hand in hand we walk the winter lands of

stolen sands.

what lives washed away,

by the mind of a maze-

as days turn

to scars born,

on skin

torn

from a bedroom wall.

walk a while,

pass a pile of long lost , double crossed diaries,

dust brushed

an acre aches pass by me;

in ancient land

cerebral lakes

washed out to see.

Make the most of

memory,

before disassembly takes 3,

re live

release

to mend me-

i found a fountain in frenzy,

befriend the

memory,

memory.

What;s the half life ,

of a house wife?

the asking price for a glass knife?

i've knocked twice so drop by.

I've got a file of photos

remote

open

oceans,

compose a concoction,

who knows?

weave a web of confusion,

kindly connect me to my illusion,

i'm using regression

to relearn the lesson.

Got a ladder suspension,

to a library of of un sold ,

silent

selection.

A muttered alliance,

an attic of answers,

a death darkened dream,

a spiralling scream-

a laughter

a footstep ,unknown

in an avenue alone,

take me home.

There's a thief in this tale,

in this grey misty street,

i feel like i'm missing a beat.

there's a thief in this tale

in this grey misty street

i feel like i'm missing a beat.