although
the bottle is here to stay
nothing’s
bothering me today
except
memories molded
to
the membranes of my mind
like
faded photographs you find
in
attics after everyone has died
wondering
was
that smile genuine?
right
now i have her to hold
as
a console
as
all my memories regurgitate
nothing
but regrets
in
my youth i wagered a bet
and
lost
without
knowing the cost
that
the summer of love
is
followed by the frost
of
winter
after
the fall
but
even the pristine snow
that
covers all
melts
and
you can’t correctly recall
the
summer the sunshine formed
amid
the wreckage of the storm
and
as your fingers trace
her
soft, sweet face
there
is no exorcism
of
the devil who long ago replaced
god
as the creator of love
after
we rejected paradise
the
devil offered us a slice
of
our frailty
and
tricked us into believing
we
could be made whole
in
the breasts we behold
everyone
is addicted to love
and
think this time
the
high
will
not crash
into
a solitary sunday
enveloped
in echoes
of
a church bell
that
incites no one to appear
the
pews clear of people
the
bell becomes silent in the steeple
its
echoes evaporating
upon
exit into the wilderness beyond
and
all the motion captured in song
is
an illustration of illusion
that
the motion suppresses confusion
cascading
in endless echoes
that
only we can hear
while
the devil as puppeteer
whispers
in our ear
that
in the repeat we will defeat
the
prognosis of diagnosis
that
love only lingers
outside
the bondage to your beliefs
that
your critical acclaim
is
in the fame
of
igniting another’s flame
if
it’s all the same
i
will write on my arm
like
an ink master doing harm
to
the purity of your skin
“memento
mori”
the
latin meaning
“remember
you will die”
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