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The Arthritic Memory
by Philip F De Pinto
somehow
slick
you knew
feigning ignorance would not do the trick
that blood
long since dry
would retain its mean streak
and elephantine recollection
would cry out and inward for blood
would seek
to get its due
didn't you?
even if you didn't have a bloody clue
as to the time and place that time and place is now
and ignorance as to when and where is no excuse
and you can bet
blood arid or wet
will get its due
its sate
its fill
blood will
course up a hill
to fetch a pail
to collect to contain then tip its chilly brood
downhill
in your direction it will
and it could
it must
and so hail hail
the tipped brood
that will rust a driven
nail
a nail
which cannot sail
from the port of its arthritic memory if it could
lest it sail
contrary to the grain in the wood
and the nail
in that grainy wood
would flee
if it could
or cop a plea
and so hail hail
the tipped pail
a nail
cannot afford to rue
to faint
in the sight of such brood
the sinner's or saint
if and when
nail driven
in the air
could suspend it there?
years hence
post the flood
what will you the driver care
who like the nail have turned to rust
rust
which ordinarily would absolve a driver
save you are dealing with an elephant
stampede
which ignorance
will not impede
and still what will you the driver care
if nail driven
in the dense
wood and air remain not there
in suspense
to gawk or judge at some future date
or tense?
given you're a Gypsy
and can relate?
01/17/2013 Posted on 01/17/2013
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