..over ....there.. ..... .. . ... in the fogged....corner ... ......of my mind.... ..sits......... a ragged girl... ..making.. knitted scarfs. ....out of archaic thoughts... of fear and darkness.. ..she knits .. on rusted steel pins.... with sinews of .... scar and ...mis-threaded ... ......thoughts of disdain...the scarfs..... great.............spiderwebb-ed ...........things designed ....not .....for warmth....but to catch ......and.. choke...and.. confound......the ....mind unwary. ...she...... the girl ragged and........unkempt .....plucks ...... .. .fluff.. and ........lintcrap ........and ....feared.. ...sacred.... fuzz. ....then felts and twists it..... ......into ....straggle-taggle, tangled...... twines....... she is .......the keeper.......... ...of the ..drives..... i.. took.... with my father.... of the nights..... stood upon ledges. .. gleaning courage to stay...or ...to leave same... courage .....different outcome.... of the ......blackouts.... and ............grey days of the words... ........ .....spoken........................ . ......................unspoken..... that stripped ....my youth... of meaning and life.... and joy... these are the ragged ...straggled......scarfs of memory.... i will not wear.... . ........ .....this is why........ ..... she.........the ragged unkempt .... relic..... of my youth .....resides..... unloved..... in the ...back... alley..... ............corners of my mind... so that..... ninety five ...percentofthetime......... i can forget ....... .....she is there...
....itisthefivepercent..... like .....tonight ....when she raises her eyes... .... and stares me down..... that it is the time...... for the tide ....of regret to run.......... .....for a short while..... before.. the ebb...of memory.
this is another old work.... 2005ish..before meeting ben when i had time to mutter and muse over past mistakes