confession as therapy

yours is a characterization motif
like your legendary focus
you would explain your hell in contemporary pains
you see brian jones as a witness to your execution
the photographs you keep run like skipped heartbeats
through your understanding
your memory is a winter fog
your eyes f-stop in a blind night
you'd cut this place into pieces
if you thought it would save your soul


I used to think this poem was about someone else. Now I understand that it was always about myself. It does reference a Hanrahan poem that uses "f-stopped" as a verb.