Pale Forgetment

Weird Poetry

You have faded from my eyes

Like a pale forgetment,

And have slipped effortlessly

Beneath my dreamlit moonskin —

A membrane

Through which I am never permitted to puncture

And draw vivid blood to sup up.

Once you find yourself there,

I will only remember you in evanescent moments of wakeful reverie

That will make me believe,


That you were only ever a single-cycle nightdream.

You retreated like a spent wave,

Your little curls of foam dispersing in the ocean brine,

Little curls of you dissolving in my heartsea’s blue-grey forgetting,

Only to be remembered once again

In my never-remembered dreams.




*** What is a “forgetment”, Sweet Cheeks? Making up words again, are we? ***

*** A “forgetment” is precisely what it sounds like. A “forgetment” is a wiping out, an extinguishing of remembered things I would be better off forgetting completely. We have all had moments and people like that, haven’t we? ***

Bottled Moonlight, Forgetting and Something Else

Weird Poetry

I watched the moonlight

Drip down the inside of the bottle

And pool at the bottom (pearlescent sheen of reflected light).

I mixed in a little you (cloudful white),

A little of me (cloudless blue),

A drop of forgetting (brackish pitch and tones of shale),

And something else…

Maybe a fragment un-embedded from my brittle heartstone,

Or a memory

Only I recall (the deepest darkest red of a coagulating blood drop).

I swirled the bottle

To watch us all blend into a new colour I couldn’t find a name for;

There was shimmer and lots of shade,

Light darkness

And dark lightness.

When I took a sip of the concoction,

I could no longer


The memory I added to the mix.

I smiled,

And drank the rest in a single gulp.