Saturday, November 24, 2018
NON-MNEMONIC. by Jay Passer
I liked it better when I could remember nothing
and embraced the waiting time,
telepathy just a step behind
the revolution of the planet.
She was an image
wreathed in arabesques, smoke
off the exhaust pipe of whispers,
I bought her a vodka grapefruit.
Those were the days
when the future was not only distant
but steeped in noir,
the allure of subtitles.
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