“Ain’t that the curse of the second hand” (Mark Heard)
My mirror today was time,
with her unexplained folding
each time I recollect
the reason Grandma lives in Oklahoma,
I eat cheerios without milk,
and where the purple-knit scarf came from
“Mad World” looped as I remembered,
not to the absurdity of answers, but
Of Time’s erasal
Of them all.
14 November 2009
proclamations of the truth are not enough to bring the rain and the fire in the sunset lit up your eyes for a moment, the truth burned bright but kept burning, to your detriment. proclamations of the truth are not enough to bring the rain.