Your name meant something in Polish.
But I am not able to discern.
You were a weak casualty of the war,
Of what the drugs all burned.
Got only tomorrow's recollection
of the old days relearned.
I am too stark a corpse,
to be all taken in,
or taken aback by remorse.

The doctor should have warned me,
I exist only as cell activity.
I can't find,
Your touch that staked me
Got only an unstructured storyline
Retained from my neuron sea.
Where I drown all night,
Dangling your kite in my bone tree.
There was a song on the radio,
I should have felt it.
I can't understand it.
The scars where your teeth bit.
In some commemorative time
you were hell bent and sadly missed.
And my love went
where you went.
With all my time utterly spent,
I have nothing left
To show for it
Except a hospital bed
A heart of lead,
and something you said.
I think.

01/19/2011

Posted on 01/20/2011
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