For Danae

20th February 2008

i.
We forget so easily
You and I
New gold, shiny with lacerations
Sink deeper than memories
Wrought with the roses of yesterday

ii.
Such careless despair
Abandoned in cold neglect
Wrinkled sweet wrappers in the pocket of new jeans
Cast aside after the lusty satiation of a single spin cycle

iii.
Forgotten prayers from dusty altars to
Forgetful gods who frolick in the waterbaked sun
Sinking into the luxurious seat of oblivion
The roaring promises of a pink curled shell
Fragile as the skin on your sullen eyelid
Danae, wistful in the wake of her lover's golden trail

iv.
Wait, wait, wait,
It drips
The persistent leaky tap
Forging madness in its incessancy
Wait, wait, wait
But nothing happens
Because we are forgotten

v.
The dolls have fallen behind the chest- of-drawers
With only dust tresses for company and beauty
Jagged edges, the lines are spilling
The misery is not in the falling

I am amused that I cannot remember the reason for such intensity