It's like...the memory
of a memory
like walking around
inside a still photo
the sun shining
in B&W;
where things have
lost their names
and thoughts don't
adhere to
anything
anymore.
"Ne avevo persa la memoria.."
my reflection tells me
in a language I
no longer know.
The name Alzheimer's
like neon in the mind
but one still
doesn't know what for
maybe a pop star
or a movie at the Odeon
( whatever that means )
or a Stop sign saying
this far and
...no further.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
It's like...the memory
of a memory
like walking around
inside a still photo
the sun shining
in B&W;
where things have
lost their names
and thoughts don't
adhere to
anything
anymore.
"Ne avevo persa la memoria.."
my reflection tells me
in a language I
no longer know.
The name Alzheimer's
like neon in the mind
but one still
doesn't know what for
maybe a pop star
or a movie at the Odeon
( whatever that means )
or a Stop sign saying
this far and
...no further.
