it would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

Friday, November 4, 2011

holes in my memory.

Holes in my memory
Floating like bubbles in a sink
Popping when prodded
Disappearing into the air
Blocked out sections
Void & null
Nothing moves or passes through
Lyrics swim continuously upstream
Toward my mouth & through my brain
Emerging often & confidently
Deeply if I dive
I can try to coax some more
Information glides to the surface in a whirl.
Old friends, new questions, & a glass of wine
Take me back into hidden depths
I don't know how to feel.

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