Saturday, September 30, 2017

imaginary memory

something just happened, somehow such that
it came known i'd been there.
now i beseech thee, compose
for me what i'd smelled there.

the rouge leather couches of cozy melodrama,
someone singing slowly but through the radio.
curls of the cavendish and burley fighting
where i first saw her setting.

compose, compose further for now she is saying
she was never there, in that night parlor.
bring out the name of the song, of the artist,
on the radio, bring out the art of it

show them, show her; twas not my misrememberance,