Poem, "Rot of Memory"

Rot of Memory

The rot permeates all cloth

Disgusting me in this damp land

Seemingly where mist was invented

And lazy and hazy thoughts

Akin to tranquilizers

Having the light fade,

When finely crafted,

Though lightly damaged,

Heart and mind cried for the missed opportunity

Never to kiss your lips again

In a room of harsh shadows

Cast by a lamp upended

Knocked by thrown clothing.

Things escalate in the dark:

The shabby curtains tossed by cold air

Sails carrying away our inhibitions;

Reality, and the crispness of now

Serve as a stony beach

On which those ships crash ashore

I crawl out of the sea;

The air stinking with wet.

The dawn now uncaringly rising

A single determined beam of sunlight

Landing on my bloodshot eye

Memory and peace

I am here

You are not

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            I wrote this after reading "Vespers" by Denis Johnson, and taking it in a different direction.

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