Your Crimes of Amnesia
Make love in your
Denouement
It is almost over and then
You’ll graduate,
Take off your water skis and
Eat warm meatloaf while
Looking across the celibate
Piano and down into the very
Strange lake from which you dried
Off and came from;
And tiny green apples will be growing
On the hill,
Filled with tiny green worms,
Like the vastly lesser children of your
First influence;
And you may grow pregnant living in
The loose swelter of your uncle’s
House,
But hijacked there are parks and
Cemeteries and bicycles that know the
Way to penny candies and
Cold medicines:
And you would have friends there and
Quiet instances in which to pray,
To collect yourself and run away again,
To get to the train stations like the arteries
In a giant and careless heart beneath the
Coal stack mountains in
Fare Colorado,
And there again to discover what type of
Criminal you are,
And how much exactly your crimes of
Amnesia are worth.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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