All the leaves are gone he muttered(brown yes)

                         inside his head began The Mamas and the Papas And the sky is grey

his rude facile memory always has to put its two cents in

he and it were linked in a malleable crazy daisy chain vying for its head forcing the other to follow talking over each other louder and louder to be heard foremost

he had to admit that when he spoke from memory and things went sideways he couldnt remember what he was saying what his point was he wasnt embarrassed  he didnt drop the ball or fail

his memory didGOTCHA! SEE? You aint all that Always buttin in

Maybe now youll allow me to recall you

but his memory never did

ham-handed heavy-footed irascible it always had something to say and itd be damned if it was going to wait its turnit interjected it jumped in with both feet

he had almost convinced himself when he died his memory would separate and get along fine without him

pure conjecture   because hed never know  not really

sometimes he actually tried to conjure up how thatd play out

but it never seemed  feasibleHa he laughed as if feasible was ever exigent to its parlay Not his memory not ever

he supposed itd be just fine roaming around untethered  scot-free

1303,  Friday,  16  12. 16

0959,  Sunday,  18  12. 16

The Mamas & the Papas  California Dreamin  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qhZULM69DIw