the_persistence_of_memory jane memory has dropped off the page like melting clocks, decaying; sliding down white petals bent over a pipe curve. can't remember words, fillers that we used. toenail moon sliver vanilla bean. where did hmmm whatsitcalled frustration. why not? frontal lobe disrepair, words lost like forest tree bark, brownalmostblack beetles and grass, hoppers or dodge me baby beam fall. leaves & letters left behind, my lover mine 071004 ... jane {sestina} this face is something like a mirror - something far from thought, from memory stare at it too long & it will melt too far gone, i'm standing in the desert - the sun stares one mean eye while sinking under the scale of the horizon. i scale the sand, scraping & digging in the mirror of what seems a pool of water. eyes= deceivers. it's only a mirage, a manifestation of the memory of water. only endless desert. if i'm here too long, i'll surely melt. i must avoid the thought of melting. i am a fish, see the scales on my back, my sides. this desert is my ocean, my yellow shiny mirror. nothing quite like a memory to stick in my eye. -too much like an eye on fire, this glance, this stare will melt until it is only a memory. something that barely makes weight on the scale, has no reflection in a mirror, would blend into this desert. oh thoughts, will you desert me? have you an eye on your back to see me as you walk away? Mirror multiplicity, reflecting themselves until they melt into infinity - the everlasting scale. the range of memory & nothing like a memory. the constant drought of a desert. my eyelid like a scale of wool upon my eye. Cyclops. i just want to melt away like candle wax. like a looking glass. mirror. & as a mirror left upon a scale these clocks will melt into the desert; the moony eye. the persistence of memory. 071004 what's it to you? who go blather from