~
unwanted memories
navigate the mists of time
with the clinical accuracy
of Noah’s dove and the
expertise of the blind ferryman
who knows the capricious tides
and the perilous reef,
memories arrive as litter,
blown haphazardly like yesterday’s
discarded newspaper to cling
around my legs, I try vainly
to kick them free but they goad me
with the malevolence of the lion
tamer’s whip and chair, thus
subdued I place my sorry head
into the slavering jaws of the past,
close my eyes and await
the biting guilt of my yesterdays
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