My Memory Poem by shimon weinroth

My memory, my memory, runs and spills
through the sieve of forgot
ping pong, ding donged back and forth
jumped about catamont, scratching at the door

my memory leaks and flows,
swims seeps into, peeps about, ugly plain
forgetting is solid, just plumb forgot
memory is quite different

from the start, a different spark
the rain and four leaf clover and gold pot
that went to rot at the rainbow end
tied in knots constipated, needs associations

friends and friends of friends working
to remind, forget and select