then,a couple more
A forgotten summer,
and a decade past
Glass walls in muesums
and glass walls in shopping malls
An urgent desire to dive headlong
into love,
a consistent disinterest swarming around it
From understanding one ideology
to another,to making sense of none at all
People I've forgotten exist,
words I've forgotten exist,
half written poems,
fantasies grown flaccid before climax.
Phallic symbols I need to stop seeing,
all the labels that musn't weigh me down.
Power cuts and kerosene lamps,
musquitoes and string cots on a terrace
the ice candy man's bell in the
sweltering street,
nostalgia with its memories
sticking out like old screws
in a wooden bed by a window,
where a silver haired woman
sits,shivering;more with excitement
at winning a card game,than her palsy.
The courtyard well with dead
magura fish at it's bottom,
they swam exactly for a day.
