And whenever I catch a whiff of her perfume,
As a fragrance ghost with no name drifts by,
Time's warped arrow splices,
And Love's atomic clock,
Tock-ticks its anti-clockwise meltdown,

And a handful of forbidden memories escape,
Their ashes regenerate..

Time's never a straight line;
It's a curving upper-cut -
A cosmic smack,
Care of the Bad Karma Police.

I'm not guilty,
Where's my solicitor?

Glowing pearls on a melting boomerang,
Thrown by a dream-time warrior,
At this desert pedestrian..

Such memories:
Lonesome grains of sand more precious than diamond.
The broken windows of space evaporate Time,
And melt away the comic, dark-matter shadow play.
The wistful dolly dagger twists
a charmed feedback loop of deja vu:
Her scent: her phantom touch,
She's not here,
She's not here she is..