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:

  1. 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

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