22 November 2014

Wasted Time


the spastic membrane

in my gelatinous mind

plays havoc with

my recollections

and I have turned

from fire to ice

I’ve embraced the cold

and the numerous devices

of frosty indifference

they came readily to hand

that thin line crossed

I barricade my borders

with bitter recrimination

and self serving lies

the heart is fickle

and memory selective

there is a history here

I care not to remember

I banished such reflection

from heart and mind

and labelled the past

wasted time