Tag: memory
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Orpheuselessness
Boatman haunts the opening Daunting Orphic mysterion Inducing supernatural slumber Inducted acolytes slip under Lethe waters, that river thunders Through Hell’s halls. Not the only one that runs there Blundering alongside its forgetful brother A water of memory, mind’s spring water Time’s sweet mother a patchwork smothering device The dead line its sides, life yet…
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Cafe Days
The other day I watched a bargirl carrying a precarious pile of ashtrays When returning reverie struck, of my days working in cafes Happy rage equal expansive, rounded chin short of handsome Furtive as a stray yet bold as a peacock, easily led astray I was at that age.