Saturday, February 6, 2010

just like any other memory

Just like any other memory,
there’s no answer
still I ask
I still want to know, where’d it come from
Despite how deep in the foxhole of synthesized musk seedlings,
the leaky fingerprints no one would admit
they could only explore it once
no matter how betwixt, where betwixt, when betwiced,
exploit it before you find that’s all there was,
just like any other memory
no one would waste a single breath, or admit it was a long wait on a wishful street corner
no walls and floor,
no answer,
just like any other memory
nakedness is not an option
insist on more that an echo
still want to have some fun and time to turn the warning around
and still again, but there’s no stillness
just like any other memory
no one would give it up,
make me believe in your door
the infra red surprise 24/7
raw grasping and giant clues,
just like any other memory
turquoise eyes in electric grace,
stripped of what can not be restored
get up first through those strewn teeth,
whatever will fit through the maze
a long peeling copy pilot, seeking, but won’t touch the corner in the darkness,
no answer either in the peek a boo fairy monster, wanting revenge on the ends of the replacement twin, whisper twinge double jointed suchness, starry story digging holes in wrinkled sand doors,
never stray far from evolutions continuity, however brief the wings sing,
to gather whats left on the shore,
just like any other memory
vertebral vexated vertical vortex,
‘twas a tease and a taste, a forlorn fancy face,
thump up trump tumble,
trance with a gun and your secret numbness,
twas a tease and a taste, a fancy forlorn face,
thub up, trump tumble,
random glance crash happenstance and I still wonder,
keep leak tweak comes again the night ranger,
did I ever betray the childhood recording of stuttering loneliness,
the radiation these days resonates a crippling tongue,
no answer.
Just like any other memory,
can’t help and can’t delay,
Statues turn to sand in the starfields at night,
Sand turns to statues in the ocean waves of day,
trade hands and blood.
Coal and diamonds
but never touch the expanse of the anonymous face
just like any other memory

1 comment:

  1. A thousand Whispered Dreams offers so much to absorb and digest. Each entry is filled with a brilliant amount of depth, introspection, and exploration.

    I like to read a random entry by " A Thousand Whispered Dreams" each night, before drifting into sleep. Somehow my dreams create their own graphic context and experience as an answer to "A Thousand Whispered Dreams."

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