Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Susan Hawthorne #278 disorder

chaos of memory
black green frost
string pulling gets nowhere

he knew but did zilch
chaos returns
in her eyes
and her hands

she knew and visited
me in prison
chaos on the street
and in these cells
smelling of urine

memory chaos
mind disordered
who am I?
fragments of self

green chaos
frost pulling strings
violins screeching

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