waste away

i think of all my lost loves
the dreams had float them toward tonight
and tomorrow when my daughters wake
will they recall their travels

i've given regret away
watch it move in the thrift store
like all of antiquity had crowded around
if i'd like i might retrieve it laureled

however possession is a password
printed on my lips like a moon-
beamed stripper and my mirror sags
as all mirrors must waste away

-- 7-10-07, 5 pm, IL