I flick through dog eared memory
each one high on LSD
and every memory wants to be
forefront in the gallery.
The winning post,the thinning host of
some achievements I'll not boast but
some,
yes some,
came unbidden on the morning sun
loading chambers in the midnight gun
to run like mercury,
but memory,by design for some and
like the bullets in the midnight gun
kills me
in the end.