The Evaporation of Liquid Memories
A warm brain freeze
That smells
The color of
Orange juice
Spreads all over
My mind
In the morning—
Toxic
And sluicing
Inside
My eye sockets,
Purple
Bags pillowing
Where the
Red rings circle,
Pupils
In gradient
Tones, cast
In the piquant
Daylight.
Inside my mouth
Swirling,
Quavering lilt,
Slowly
Seeping from the
Corners,
The miasma
Of death
Oozes outward—
White tongued,
I speak
In the bemoaned
Headaches
Of yesterday's
Regrets,
Unable to
Recall
Sybaritic
Traces
Of entropy,
The far-
Away pleasures
Of nights
That fell before.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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