Even a crumpled mind has memories.

A crumpled mind

crumpled thoughts

screwed discarded

litter the ground

sleeping like corpses.

While pages breathe the life

it was written on

dusty are the thoughts turned

that travel down

the winding river

of your perfume

that once permeated

my senses rather groggy

through the years

of travelling you

in remembrance.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Cindy and I written here..."travelling you in remembrance"

and "the winding river of your perfume"

hell, i'm still on that raft....

[andrew mitchell]

lol yes what women do without doing lingers on without them ever knowing!