Cryptomnesia
chewed
grave]-----------------------------my favorite jeans
I still keep, ripped
an old
man-----------------------[detritus
by a bloody knee
words like concrete dust
slinks back
a stagnant
puddle]----------------------remind me
of the four boys
who jumped naked
a dead june beetle
from Springfield bridge
Ψ’s
tears----------------------[over turned
June 3rd, 1994
wouldn’t fall, like
they were oil
bottle caps with
rusted teeth
a string of cellophane]------------------only
one
fished
out
two
faces]------------------------a pen cap
his
jaw bone
piled together
lost with the rest
in the exhausted world
two coins, one
unknown]--------------and a silent moment
one
a penny
for
this lost life
another
for the next
soon
the whole world
will
be muted
the final part:
insides of a wind up watch
each gear locked by age
Michael Fisher