The memories have always been there
I never observed
When work matters dominated
my world order
The thought of one low-level bully
Repeatedly appeared
Guiding me slowly to the self-
referential argument. Never decided.
Where did my mind cling
While I reverently shaved?
Infrequently, did I nick my phyllo flesh
And blame the dough roller razor in my hand
While the hell of razor-leaved tree-
Jungles surrounded my mind
But now
Now a torrent of important memories
Tied to love and loss
Yearning
Bake the leavened dough
Of my empty existence
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
The memories have always been there
I never observed
When work matters dominated
my world order
The thought of one low-level bully
Repeatedly appeared
Guiding me slowly to the self-
referential argument. Never decided.
Where did my mind cling
While I reverently shaved?
Infrequently, did I nick my phyllo flesh
And blame the dough roller razor in my hand
While the hell of razor-leaved tree-
Jungles surrounded my mind
But now
Now a torrent of important memories
Tied to love and loss
Yearning
Bake the leavened dough
Of my empty existence
