I remember watching the snowfall beneath the street lamp

While I hoped for the death of education at tomorrow’s first sunrise

 

I remember fucking the cocaine high mother

While her hubby with a stache jerked off while on-looking

 

I remember burning ants with a magnify glass as a kid

While hearing their pops and smelling their skin toast

 

I remember my big plastic green army machine gun

While playing army man at war in my treelined backyard

 

I remember the squirrel that chewed up electric lines

While I brought one as a gift in a bag for a friend

 

I remember the ones who said no

While I continue to kneel down and ask for forgiveness

 

I remember recording their conversations

While I masturbated to their smelly dates

 

I remember playing tic-tacs

While being psychic

 

I remember seeing the elder guy fuck the bonded one

While I on-looked the fat man’s praise

 

I remember Valentine’s and open air January

While winter came and gone

 

I remember pinning moths after the catch

While spreading their powder and glisten across my fingers

 

I remember watching peace

While nails came out of doors

 

I remember spray-painting ‘GASM’ on cement

While the stream sparkled and frogs leaped and croaked

 

I remember my big wheels

While skidding in the gravel dirt at the circle

 

I remember being pulled over by a trooper

While a semi-automatic was being fired just across my head

 

I remember writers taking cabs

While others talked dollars around round tables

 

I remember cows being tipped

While I told stories of lies

 

I remember my father in a limo

While dark race traveled through words of conduct on Broadway streets

 

 

I remember wet dreams in fantasy sheets

While urine tests proved nothing

 

I remember your face as you read my poetry

While I connected dots to satisfy your wet one

 

I remember your analyzation of my soul

While I take a bullet between my bitten teeth

 

I remember the love you have given

While I refused to listen

 

I remember the god in Florida

While I was a little kid who packaged large ones

 

I remember stealing plastic whores of fat drunken pigs

While skeptical apples knew of my existence

 

I remember falling in deep shit

While the shit didn’t even recognize my face

 

I remember your thoughts and feelings

While I write this damn mother fucker today

 

 

 

 

© 1998 David Greg Harth

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