Another one that fell from nowhere. The words just came with no relationship to anything going on at the time. I think I just wanted to write something odd and this is the result. I was surprised when the words finished spilling out that it actually made sense.   Brilliant Memories grasping fiery sunlight, like naked horseshoe crabs, we wielded brilliant memories of nights and days and days and nights and particles of sand. we pressed our faces hard against the wall and mingled with the paint and flowed into the carpet like black strap molasses. sticky, like good sex. so, afterward, we smoked and drifted on the wind into an abandoned trailer and settled slowly, in a shaft of sunlight, onto the linoleum. our memories aren't so brilliant now.   Back to Poetry Contents