Rewriting Memory

She used to have this beautiful long jet-black hair
It’s one of my earliest childhood memories
She used to comb it right in front of the mirror
And then she’d wear other little accessories

There was one time when she didn’t say goodbye
She later confessed she didn’t want to hurt me
But at five I didn’t understand the drama
When my momma had to go to another country

Everything I love about you
Your smile
So warm
And so contagious
I also appreciate
Having you as my friend
You never let me down once
And also I never let you down
Once
Yes we are both very religious
Since childhood to adult hood
Yes we are going to die as a
Christian
The day my Father
Call us to die
We will be ready to die
Father we are not planning to die
Young
We still want to live
Here on earth as long as we can
We are waiting now
For the day to end

Last night’s dream
Was like false advertising
A photoshopped fantasy of a body
Bought for desire
Enticing like a pleasure beach,
Promising shiny entertainment.

Recurring dreams on an in-flight film
Playing backwards all night
Dreams on celluloid
With subtitles and a story
Foreign voices, unknown tongues
Humming words like a dark murmur

A brain fog of disappearing images
Evaporating by morning.
All blurred and bleary
Like an impressionist’s vision of hazy memories,
Blotted out by sunlight.

The first, second and third
Amazon Alexa Echo stirred
the sound of echoes
and lacked the ways and means
to become linkedin to the WiFi network
and refused to recognize
the assigned password
registered, hashtagged, and branded
with the Verizon Fios router.

it's a putinesque country today
that will take what it wants by the fray
where you bend to the ass
of the decadent class
all hail to the USSA!

Rewriting Memory

Some three decades later, it haunts me in some way
I can still see the scene and scenario clear as day
Missed chances can taunt us in that constant replay
But even then, I knew the exact words to say

Yet now, in the version where I arrived sooner
Our talk would have had a little more depth
Even though I was young with that sense of humor
There was a passion in me that had quite the breadth

as residents at Highland Manor Apartment
for the remainder of two thousand and six
and part way thru two thousand seven.