Memory The Diary And The Poemsof The Day Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Memory the Diary and the Poems of the Day.

memory, is a shrine.inmost days,
most nights a storage of living ID's, ,

The sum of anarithmetic you are in constant tabulations.
the saving in the bank,
the loans unpaid, still trying to pay,
the velocity you felt the last time you took on a provincial trips,
the unrestrained speed on the highways,
the arboreal sceneries greeting your eyes,

unlike the unruly cities with its swarm of people
the cars in the traffics, the smogs,
the totally unplanned buildings and architectures in the city,
the odd houses with small shops, the garbage bins,
the straying dogs cats in harms ways on the city roads.

the AL1 Robot you sometimes considers yourself to be
all present, past women you are aware of,
your wife, daughters, classmates, and suppressed secrets laisons you are not telling.

is religion for its own worshipper
a sanctuary of untouched nerve of feelings,

the atom of a particle,
a world thatmeans everything you ever possesses belongs only to you.

in its bible of forbidden sanctity.
i receive a reprieve to the most atrocious
a script for a private viewing.
an encasement or vault

with compounded ills of the body,
the needs of vitamins, drugs, visits to the doctors.

maybe despicable, outlandish, hilarious like self parodies.
gratifying to the gut of a god of a dimensions in a being.
a proceeding trilogy, child, young, into the old age.
a diary and the poems of the day.