Scraps of Scrapbook Memories ---/

I'm fumbling with scraps

Of Scrapbook memories -

The entrails of

Laughter - fantasy - a phallic fallacy-

Snatches best forgotton.

Ssssnatches - Hiss like a snake -

Because? Why not?

 

And with your letters

Scattered all around

I'm feeling quite poetic -

Drinking on a sunday

Easter evening -

The entrails of your

Memories are scattered

All around -

I'm feeling quite poetic

In this mess -

(That you've i've we've created)

 

But, after  all,

Walking down a dark, leaf shrouded path,

I see the entrails of you-

 

(I know I'm going to die - because? Why not ---/

Reviews

[Cassidy Mask]

scrrreeeeeeee you make me want to write. and go walkies in dinas woods :'(
love your use of 'entrails' - specially at the end. last few lines are beaut in their imagery and the kind of abrupt way you cut off each thought xxx