now 'ow'd I do it agen
      : "that" then that or that then "this" then "that"? 

                 nan's head's a sack of cabling smeared in lard. 
                           plaques harden like bacon grease   gluing memories in a lump.
                                   when did the lump become a lump? 

                                              the excruciating breakage of familiarity. 
                                                        the world turned uncanny as protein gluts brain cracks. 

                                                                  no soapy fluid washing amyloid away. 
                                                                  fibrillary weeds broke through the soil of memory.  
I 'av' yer all 'ere sumw'ere…
arr…there's you n' yer c'us'n—& yer great-grandad...

                                                                  whare's ya wife? in't she wiv ya? 

we divorced   nan. (nan'll ask again in a couple of minutes—
we're all fading aren't we   nan... 
how long until I'm not a face anymore   nan?

is it still seeing if you observe only fragments?

we'll never meet again. 
Posted by:DPM

DPM is an idea-logue (sic) and object-oriented speculative realist, attempting to be response-able in an irresponse-able society.

2 thoughts on “dementia II

    1. I’ll have to look him up. I really don’t think I could have written these before listening to the piece of music I mention in the introduction to ‘dementia I.’ It had a huge impact on the affect of these poems.

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