Monday, February 21, 2011

Memory Like a River


Memory is to ego
what a lake bed is to a lake.

To remember is to be bound
by how I remember.

Memory changes over time, though,
like a river.

How I remember is like a river, too.
Never the same twice.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

Egypt

Without memory
Apricot preserves stink
And explode in the jar

All the beatings vanish
Only muscles ache
From faint bruising

Whoever were loved
Join the disappeared
Unrecognizable mug shots

Graves truly common
In a roadside ditch
Where freedom swelters

[Disposable Poem February 22]
Dr. Mike