09.18.06
When You Remember Me…
When you remember me
forget that undertakers painted my face
to quicken me for onlookers;
forget the sightless spasm that ripped across my brain
and left me with just a fragment of faded genius.
Just remember transitory hyacinths,
clutching horns, unredeemable desire,
dropping-down pleasures,
and the rare hysterical kyrieof the doves.
copyright 2006
