Poem
I’m coming up to twenty now.
Holy hell!
There must be something
Hidden
In the water, some
secret chemical to make us all
- oh, what’s the word? -
Because I can’t remember
Being little
All I remember is
That first kiss
In the rain
Imagine that.
One kiss
And then, whoosh!
Instant amnesia.
Apply directly to the lips.
You told me your name
I’d tell the world, but
you kissed me again.
And then, whoosh!
Instant amnesia.
Apply directly to the lips.
Thought for the day?
Next time
Write it down.
Posted on Sunday November 22nd
