Memory Fictions

One must constantly employ a large number of places and images which are active, sharply defined, unusual, and which have the power of speedily encountering and penetrating the psyche.

Cicero

This is where it ends
Snap
Crackle
Pop
cluttered cramped spaces
time collapses
through broken were yet to be landscapes
never were we are
Dig ‘em Dig’em Dig’em
Bones buried there
No over there
See them
Underneath
Jumpy
isolated
frames
old heritage fiction
fragments
overlap
woman walks
can’t get home
nothing stabile
constant flux
voice on phone
no comprehend the voice of reason
disjointed memory fiction
Armenia
complete.
never there
always there.
riding through
where we think we’ve been
forget the forgotten
fake women gone blown flowers
nostalgia through memory
lost youth exit
quick flash snippets
fade as fast as they
appear
paint by number royalty
sex death sensual
can’t grab hold
no cock centre to squeeze
blurry faint ominous fuck deaths
Visions
of
white out man eyes
speaking layers
film noir film strips scratch woman
cold showers of the mind
Eyes gleam as bullets close them ever
Need sleep.
can’t sleep
just dream
Skulls crack glass
radio untuned
multi-strips of
missing man
lost dead
eye for ma
phone rings
images dance
to the spectre
of death
leave a message
can’t connect
voices overlap
never reaching
only speaking
to who
from where
money spiders sparrows
nature dolls
bird horses
hushed voice
sensual sounds
turn it off
turn me on
Brothers
Philly twins gone creepy
haunted Kafka closets
mind fuck
doll lovers
of madness past
Drown. Fire.
Flames. Face. Screams
un
focused
grasp
cutup
disjointed multiviews
children play through faint traces
of was
of now
images fight
for right to
party visible
to be seen
to breathe
to touch
This is where it begins...

John Piekoszewski