for Ryan Acheson
the strain on knowledge
when the credits run too long
forgetting names and faces
of famous actors
each one, replaced by an element
on our periodic dining table
the worry sets in and you sulk
curled up on the sofa with a cat in your lap
mumbling names of people you've met
on the streets of imaginary towns
1 comment:
i wonder how this poem reads to someone that hasn't already lived the constituent elements.
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