Memories are Blue-green
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Maybe the most accurate description of how my brain works?
I see days tossed.
Baskets of litter wads of memory
White dollops in a deep blue pail .
Set ink on white paper.
I see memories flush,
The tyrannical vortex ends in
A dizzy blur of misunderstood
sludge, dumped past the
Continental plate.
©1993 chris abraham