Typed Word Series

Remember, Remember

for sean:

All this work

come to naught

For where is the success?

No money, no land, no yacht

Gone are your hopes

Gone are your dreams

for you have fallen

down to the bottom

Breathe it in deeply

The failure

The manure

get used to it

you will not leave it

For surely you have learned nothing

Surely you are not more

that what you once were

Unless you begin to remember

That where you used to be

Without the shit stains

And free of self mockery

Is a lifetime ago

With such great space

from there to this fallen here,

that surviving in your flickering cave

is but fragment of memory.

Remember, friend,

remember

7/3/14