There’s no such thing as memory

There’s no such thing as memory 

We’re making the whole thing up

Characters in search of a meaning

We’re living a script 

The next part is unwritten 

Shitty first draft set for revision 

Like a peep show

On television 

Your character is unzipped 

Out of the bottle 

Into the game 

Enter the spectre 

Of your wish 

Laying the plot lines 

Like sticks on a fire 

This is the cosmos 

We are dust 

To play is to be 

So play we must

How you thrill me 

As a spectator 

Someone kill me 

That comes later 

Twist and pull me 

For an hour 

Let the blood run 

In the shower 

Touch the screen 

Static power 

Like your skin 

Veneer delight 

Transfuse me 

With electric light 

We are perfume 

In the night 

Some are made 

For sheer delight 

Memory lives 

In an intelligent vortex 

Memory slips

In and out again 

Memory doesn’t 

reside in your brain 

She is a wetness

Orgasms of heat 

Eternal indelible 

Delicate too 

Gossamer light 

And stronger than a fist 

Memories we take to heaven 

Though they don’t exist 

immeasurable memories 

Indivisible as a kiss.

10/01/20.