OUT OF MY BLUE

How come I remember this and not re-

member that, vivid killings on the street

children un-born. My long-term 

memory erased left here torn.

 Not coming not going, forlornly

forlorn. I wish I could remember you

emerging from the womb, hair as

black, black can be oxygenated blond. 

These words are a basic form.

Words at least I can remember but 

not the grammar, words plucked 

words out of the stem to sit out here 

in limbo.

Morphogenetic poetry, it came

out of my blue, it rests in 

repetitive repetition on a feed-

back loop, going round and round

like a roundabout living hell.

Pessimism is all I've got, you righteous

lot won't ever understand. I'm under

and I can't stand it.