Explore memory and romantic love.
Fear relationships, crave relationships,
meld them like jagged claw and leather glove
on a Long Island train from Montauk. Slip
and blur images into unconscious
corridors and desperate deep craters
hidden somewhere in your endless precious
psyche. Protect the beach house. What matters
now: Dream in reverse to find her sweet face
again. Shock yourself into stark waking,
your one hope to keep her -- your saving grace.
But you can’t be saved, your recall flaking
off like crumbled paint. Yet she turns and talks
soft as candlelight: “Meet me in Montauk.”
Roger Armbrust
May 11, 2016
