by Kevin T McEneaney
There are many varieties of rocks,
so many kinds that I’m often confused.
At times I think there are rocks in my head,
tiny cellular rocks blocking neurons,
especially my name portfolio
which contains at least a million surnames
consisting of nick-names or people
with whom I have conversed amicably;
also, characters in novels or plays,
and sometimes even movies I have seen.
When I meet a character I know well
and I can’t recall the first or last name,
I feel like a dunce in cartoon drawings.
Names have vanished like rocks ground to powder….
