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Can't Remember the Title
This head of mine, so empty
names of characters and places
once so familiar
have crept into crevices
or vanished into the sleeve of time
Like liquid
from a bottomless jug
poured out over years
torrential rains, waterfalls of words
to notebooks, arguments
harangues and wild beseeching
all gone now
point and punctuation
perfect bird-like bodies
full of chirp and lyric, libretto
withered, flown away
All that remains intact
some prayers I learned in Sunday School,
God save the Queen and several
tunes from My Fair Lady
that buzz around the emptiness
like hungry flies, singing
Enry Iggins - just you wait
© Johnmichael Simon
2013
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