My memories won't stay with me
and my thoughts walk on (in gay abandon)
I walk down a lane with no name.
Perhaps, it's memory too, set out to look at the world.
They myriad hues of purple lust, blue contempt, insipid red and green envy
Float upwards into the whirling vortex of broken pieces of a kaleidoscope,
and in the end,
The white too... is sucked out of me.
__ 1/07/2008
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