The Villager With Alzheimer's
I inhabit a waking dream of light driftwood that descends
into a buzzing night of tiny flying critters,
walking endlessly on an oceanic terra firma
there is nothing to see here, except
faceless strangers who arrive, weekly, with sticks
& the cornstalks that stagger by the airless roads
sometimes I discern the most nebulous sights
fleeting through the steel links of my manacles:
rabbits with neon coats,
a china doll cast out from the mines,
orbs rising from decaying reliquiae
then house these fugitive fossils
in the tenebrous glass of memory
Cover Photo by Les Argonautes.