Rubbing your memories; aloud
On a flourescent screen of my computer
I bit my fingers on my keyboard
The dab of an equivocal kind
Rueful use of calligraphic letters
Availed no use to me
Memories sticks out in a distance
Punctilious of your beguiling form
I contrite at the flashing shapes
The shattered bits and bytes
Keeping hangover still afresh
To the pivotal joint of my neck
I stomp out the arena of square means
Hoarding my heart with ink in red
Some memories echoed images to my eyes
Some more, plough the grave of my heart
A darkly hued existential drama.