I have not forgotten much:<\/p>\n
The tarmac was night.<\/p>\n
And the streetlamp\u2019s reflection,<\/p>\n
A full moon in a puddle of dogpiss;<\/p>\n
Sidewalks effervesced with ghosts<\/p>\n
That blossomed out of the cracks<\/p>\n
In my memory of the place.<\/p>\n
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I sat solid; not of cold,<\/p>\n
But of fear that the slightest<\/p>\n
Tremble might clear my visions<\/p>\n
So that the street becomes<\/p>\n
Street, and the ghosts become floating<\/p>\n
Faces that resemble faces<\/p>\n
Of ghosts I have hidden, and not so well,<\/p>\n
Below the concrete of my fears.<\/p>\n
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The morning frost<\/p>\n
Binds my eyelashes<\/p>\n
And for a ghastly minute<\/p>\n
I cannot open my eyes<\/p>\n
To rid myself of the night.<\/p>\n
The bittercold concrete<\/p>\n
Defeats my temperature<\/p>\n
In ravenous vengeance,<\/p>\n
But I don\u2019t remember much more.<\/p>\n
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I have not forgotten much: The tarmac was night. And the streetlamp\u2019s reflection, A full moon in a puddle of dogpiss; Sidewalks effervesced with ghosts That blossomed out of the cracks In my memory of the place. I sat solid; not of cold, But of fear that the slightest Tremble might clear my visions So … <\/p>\n