Kit Kelen #1123 - Amnesia Day

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Amnesia Day

26^th of January, 2019

and forget where I am

how I came, who to be

forget myself

I’m sorry for it

has to be the heat

(I write this poem every year

never the same again)

peg out the washing

it’s dry

bring it in

is it a holy place?

a shrine?

forgetting has been a tradition for me

and I know that this is the day for it

still Santa and surfboard

abounding in gifts

that must be my nature

I guess

rejoice

drip with sweat from the effort

there’s beer in the wilting

that’s what I remember about it

of us

gold in the soil!

let me remember breeze

let me fall for the rain

and do the baby brindle business

with plausible denial

don’t remember what the medal is for

but I drew a line in the sand

leapt up

dug till I could dig no more

did what I was told

I’m landing again

I might go native

most would be happy with what we’ve achieved

aren’t we all of us winners, in mufti?

I know

I know all sorts

before you say a thing again

let me just say

I know

I mightn’t even be here at all

the place and the name are a trick

this day again and we forget

but now as never before

how we’re here

and who was then

and why

and what’s it for

with manners of a savage

lived in a bottle for a very long time

can’t remember how I got home

a tower gleams

how’d that get there?

let’s say it’s Emerald City

pray for snow on a day like today

ear to the ground must have made me a mouse

and beat my chest in time

built this that

scratched at

I could have been a leaf in the forest

and here’s a campfire strumming of nomads

all of them bound for Amnesia

bibles of them, on the way

talkback implanted

how fiercely all they must agree

and bash more wives

than bombs are thrown

you see there are the things to gloat

and I remember

all sorts that cannot be

what do you believe again?

someone was left in the car to cook

who was that?

and what’s my name ?

who’s on my team again?

forget me, won’t you?

then I can come home again

I never lifted a finger

hear the saws, the engines

see the forest down

the creatures go to time

and what were their names?

I call them

they won’t come now

am I staked boundlessly

fish belly up?

is there a rip takes me out?

welcoming waves

turn the stars

ours as well

another year

or I suppose

missed the wake up call

it’s here’s this sun again

let me tell you who I caught by the tail

and locked up too

and hung till he behaved himself

like it said on the tree

I have an island for it now

not me!

I’m denying again

they say that this could last for a while

saluting a hole in the sky

in our heads

with roar of sport –

that’s watching

I can’t have been here before

tell me true

I’m nobody – so who?

let’s say a cenotaph and see

you worship you

I’ll worship me

so solemn

solemn

at it

whatever it is we all are here

I’m still becoming one

and you – you’re cute

you really are

this could be just the beginning of things –

do you think we could have a date?