Eleven.

Another softly
bruised memory passes like
a haunting nightmare.

Ten.

Your blind intentions
cleared out memory's disease
with us started, new.

Nine.

What a lonely world
this is and how sad that I
can't see it changing.

Eight.

Upside down, the day
plays its reversed emotions
for the dyslexic.

Seven.

Ennui leaves too much
fodder for the hate machine
to toil under.

Six.

Women's chemistry
makes for tumultuous times
inside her reason.

Five.

Sublime vision lends
Picasso painted beauty
in memory's frame.