—YOUR GUITAR, IT SOUNDS SO SWEET AND CLEAR

 

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

 

this despair wears

slow skates 

carving circles from its 

own gutted gloom 

I ogle like a 

toddler transfixed 

or a rabid zombie

until it makes me 

so dizzy I puke up

scarves of chartreuse

there’s no baby and

no twins and no you

I knew that yesterday

knew that today

it’s tomorrow that

wants me dead

because the sun’s

supposed to be shining

bright and lofty

covering every free 

speck of earth like

the color of grace