absent minded

the dog ate it, well
at first i forgot, then
later squandered, as though
it were disposable, some thing
i could live with
out

plucking and puzzling tongue
to paper

(like i forgot to refuse meat, or
your best friend's name)

there isn't much time, remind
me again
i wanted to be a poet

swelter - not venom but memory - inside
this tropospheric tent, eyes unzip

blackberry blossoms, fruits
(sometimes
smarts)
sometimes falls/
is thrown
perfectly ripe to the ground

comes some thing canine, or
else forgotten