the world is sallow
a blaisé anemia
swaddled in amnesiatic
blisterpacks swollen
with lost dalliances
in a rambunctiously
roiling incontinence
of frustrated echoes

memories pop
a sudden recollection
in momentary
regressions
haunted by a past
of faded dementias
anamnestic in
the battering of
incidental images
sullenly suffusing
the blank slate
pitted and scarred
from random arcs
with just enough to
realize what is lost