too many things I'd like to forget
smiling - grin open-toothed -
through a soft foggy night
lit dimly in parking lots
still wet from rain or tears
memories like ghosts - not white
not black but precisely
the color of existence
standing cozily around me
singing lullabies and weeping
caressing more gently
than you ever did
memories like coffee - artificial insomnia
swishing darkly back and forth
as I stare endlessly at
the porcelain cup of my mind
lost drearily in a diner at midnight
past midnight in a lonely city
empty city of ashes
memories like dust floating
silently down shafts of sunlight
to be stared at on hazy afternoons
of cloud-watching and hiding
indoors and playing cards
everywhere invisible
except by your eyes

04/20/2002

Posted on 04/20/2002
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