Monday, April 22, 2013

In Memoriam

Commemorating is for pain.
bliss is remembered without.
I’d rather pierce his heart
for commemoration, she said.
That thing is perfect as is, why spoil it.
Perfection needs no additions.
Or edition. At any rate,
he never forgets his cock.
cocks never need reminders.
they hang there
oblivious of memory
indifferent to memory loss
or rather, they thrive on it.
They forget and move onwards and
upwards. If they can.
When they flounder, the cocks that is,
then they remember, something.
They get a little sad around the edges.
They look for signs to remind them
of lost glories.

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