#200 - the forgetting

20.7.20

200

the forgetting

we lost the days of the week

the names of the months

things that had meaning before were gone

ropes of phlegm

we went stumbling

always the shortest way

and dizzy

holding heads

or cradle

always midst of much

things lost were forgotten

and come again

rasp

all saying is sooth

we had cloud for supper

there was no … but lost the word

ill winded even sunstuck

by reputation, down

testaments of new, old, next

we lost our appetite for it

and what was that?

something further up the page

run rings

thing was and we were with

I recognize certain signs

           of having been …

elsewhere in the poem for instance

writing ran off

and what’s behind this door?

it changes

and we are

come to the pointy end

hear the animals

the braying, the baying

antics

still stuck

her lips

and his enigma

thing like what?

just say the lie

and all agog

the wish believers

sky of fairy fitted

and trust your sins

to visit later

democracy depended

like a lamp

as from whimsy, high

draw the curtains secretly

hush

here we rock

must keep the dream home

else forest of robbers

wild ravening

up dark with the trees

it’s as if this had always been coming

even forget to look for a thing

yes, you read it here

well felt

it was radio as if majestic

in a vanish

prophecy’s opposite – all in

are you now?

altogether  

here’s the heap screaming

and how we go down

please let me know, won’t you

why does a thing survive?