Michael Mccreadie Poet Epitaph

I Can'T Forget

I wake
cold and uneasy .
Fitful, next to 
fate’s anonymity.

The savannah interior
frees me,
from local textual thoughts,
and the worlds addiction.

Refused
the inheritance 
of earlier memory.
The girl, a dream of trains and weight returns.

We had histories
You know!
Rain washed lives,
late to change, distant in the burden of experience.


And I think I called
her,
but in burnt mornings
the words scrabble for numerical sense.

Always my superior,
I couldn’t arrange
for my sentence
to compete.

Not when your up against a champ!

I lull, 
back to Solomon’s song,
the morning of sleep
and dark water.

I believe,
my phantom body, 
has fooled me again,
and recite………….

I can’t remember to forget you

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