no matter how deep
emotions may surge
my countenance only tends
to inspire the briefest
cardial impermanence
forever as counted in
moments rather than
years or months or days

my taste carries the
faintest hint of lethe
so every passionate kiss
is one more towards the
eventual forgetting
pulling me in ever father
as they confusedly begin
to slowly drift away

longing to be a destination
ending up a roadside cafe
of vague kitschy shades
a meal half eaten and
sullenly unremembered
unremarkable except for
the initial detour becoming
fading lights in the rearview