Always Remember Our Regressive Nature

A poem from my self-published collection "(interrobang) lament for lost time" available here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/straydogblues

Always remember our regressive nature,

               Our innocence,

               Our first kiss.

-And then it just went:

               *Pop*

Can you guess the next

               word off the tip of my tongue?

The next word out of my mouth?

As I recollect-

               We falsified a few memories.

I promised you a story of

                              [GRANDEUR]

               Something about an innocent

peck

                              on

               the

                              lips,

a barracuda, a hurricane,

               and a fireman in the ocean.

I promised my voice,

I used a payphone,

I called collect,

You answered,

And beautiful things were said.