As I remember it…

As some things are forgotten to make much more room

for this swelling brain, cased and unnormalizably doomed

to repeat this facet until I get it right, dragging along as I ride

through other’s lives, leaving a wake, and singing as I stride-

orously gasp and onerously mind until some ship is much too

full up, cars go beyond that, simply measured, mounting fools

like a van Gogh, like a Theo, like the West was won

to be bought and chopped, eviscerated, tossed

all to be, to be not there, then,

as I remember it.