They say that memory problems can be cured
By scheduling and plenty of sleep
But wouldn’t you think just the reverse?
Slumber is forgotten
As soon as the egg pan is drained and washed
What’s to remember?
Last night I saw a Jellybean-fish Shaped like a hotdog.
Last night I had a conversation, last night I danced,
She smiled at me
I was awake.
I don’t recall her name
Or her birthday
Maybe I need more sleep
That could aid my memory
But then only dark
A black screen
Unless dark counts…
In my slumber I remember dark