Stricken From The Record Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Life was given some wine and put to bed
And then the rising chatter came between you and me and took you out of my arms
Time equals distance when you dug the creator illusion

He censors his regrets and regains control of his composure
Her anger doesn't last very long
He said she heard it yet it has been stricken from the record

You want peace and I want peas
Carrots, potatoes, and onions
I'm for real sweaty pleasure - It cannot be subjected to disillusionment

But hers is ostentatious gussied up romantic affectations
Like religious affectations - A cassock is a dress
What he told her of this can't be recalled by anyone
It's been stricken from the record

Dear monster memory
The rising unknown was anti-climatic
A cryogenic deep freeze not a new spate of spite leading to a lifelong grudge