I’m Forgetting

I’m forgetting those moments and mysteries

Those violations and transitions

Those constellations and presentations

I forget to pause

To think and breathe

I forget to live life

I forget your name, I forget your face

I forget what you smell like and how your voice sounds

I forget this fantasy, this dynasty

I forget the past, the present

I forget to dream and forget my purpose and forget the drive

I forget the milk, I forget the eggs

I forget to call, I forget to write

I’m forgetting everything

My numbers, my phone, my address, my book

My place, my birth, my time, my location

I’m forgetting my senses

I’m forgetting my reasons

I’m forgetting my songs, my disease, my search

I’m forgetting my love, my loneliness, my capital, my gain

I forget which road to take, which path to walk

Which turn to take, which switch to operate

Which signal to read, which offer to take

I’m forgetting everything beyond everything

My left from right, and right from left

My bible, my pencil, my pen, my paper

I’m forgetting the lyrics, forgetting the birthdays

I’m forgetting my appointments, forgetting my meetings

I’m forgetting each time, every time, future time

I’m forgetting this, that, and this and that

I’m forgetting what it’s like

I’m forgetting where to go

I’m forgetting what to do

I forget my place and forget my memory

I forget nothing to everything

I forget how to end

I’m forgetting to forget

And I forget the forgetting

© 2009 David Greg Harth

09.12.14.09:48:11@130BklynNYC