My subconscious has taken a beating
It lies bleeding on a rainy side street
But it is not the first time
And so I know we’ll catch up again
Sooner rather than later
In the meantime I am left alone
With these median memories
Nothing old
Nothing new
A haunting
A distraction
Guilt upon guilt
Bad choices made with such
Vigour and self belief
My honesty now much greater
Than when these images were made
These cliche tonal photographs of
Unlined unloved faces
Creating magic and running toward raging flame
Displayed on every street I pass
Choose…
Cake for dinner
I am old now
I have outrun my guilt and so
Drink my tea and wait for my subconscious to
Catch
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