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Lodged in
my cranium
Are a
thousand sketches
Images,maps,
drawings
Cluttered
on the floor of my mind
Blown by
the wind of time
Nonetheless
there notwithstanding
In my
mind are drawn
Longitudes
and latitudes, pixels of photos
Circumferences,
radii
Not
exactly scientific
But not
hazy enough
I can
tell Pakistan from Bangladesh
I can
detect the face of a serial killer
I can tell
the face of a hard knock from
One about
to commit suicide
I can
tell a fake Picasso’s paint
I know
the Breakfast of a Blind Man
For for
four solid hours I looked at it
To see
the blind man in my mind’s eye
To visualize
what oil did to canvas
To
produce a work of art
See, I
can remember all this
Because
unlike insipid raw data
These
images are embossed on my mind
They are
a part of me
With
them, I replay clips
Daily
The
horror I saw on a scared face
The
tilted eyebrows
The
twitching lips of a liar
Matter of
fact, I don’t remember them
For I
didn’t forget them anyway
C) Lorot
Salem 2011
Shared with Jingle's Poetry Potluck #36 Sketches, Images, Impressions
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