like a mild form of Alzheimer's in the system of the
young
I can't even remotely recall what I've said I feel for
you unless the very words I wrote down somewhere or
sung
why is this writer's script such a Kismet's fit
a method lost solely to the too long unattended mind
a dime left in the dust of destiny and time left sadly
so far behind
in the hair of one's life a quite noticeable split
a conceptually fresh form of a corporate glitch in
one's precious psyche from the word get go
an unexplainable anomaly that I will privately ponder
upon from yesterday's point of view to the brink and
beyond the initial blow
childhood of mine lost a long time now
note I do miss you so
if only I could keep all your happy memories close
at hand
for such generous exchange
all claims to future residuals of affect
I would happily forgo................
(written July 25, 1993 am)