by Bill Yarrow
in my youth I was enamored of the moon
—that is to say, lunacy
I applauded the bizarre in nature
I appropriated the gratuitous from dreams
I drank brashness and frenzy from books
what mad things I did!
(throwing a bucket of water on the naked couple in the bed)
what mad things I said!
(telling you your heart was filled with flies)
what mad things I wrote!
(unlisted bliss is insistence intersticed)
then Thomas went mad and threw himself under a bus
then Liat kissed the boys and hanged herself
then Miko couldn't stop laughing and died
so I became careful
I monitored my sadness
I governed my excitement
I trimmed all my excess
I ramped up my sensible brain
and now I am old and reminiscent
and like Funes I remember it all
Thanksgiving in New Orleans
Easter in Delphi
New Year's Eve in Prague
Halloween in Somerville
President's Day in Bangalore
Labor Day in Perth
but in my visionary senescence
I am haunted by a new kind of madness
a dementia of time
M E M O R Y [[[reduced·to·obtuseness]]]
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An audio version of this poem appeared in Awkword PaperCut.
Thanks, Michael Dickes.
This poem appears in Blasphemer (Lit Fest Press 2015).