The fragments I found
The intricacy was mesmerizing
So with each discovery I got lost
I sunk into the portrayal, each a serious role.
Now I wade in the debris while the geodesic domes go up like bubbles in a bath
The froth feeds them
Hardly a tree to climb, but when I find one I am a clambering vine
So vicious is the spread, of what I forecasted but neglected.
I have no remorse, just astonishment
I have nothing to add.
I’m the audience, the surveyor of what is said.
Scorn and guile dissolve into callous
I will scrape it to no avail,
transformation is irrevocable.
The sound of claws on glass,
when I overlook that they are enclosed
Amalgamated memories stung on thin imaginary tracks
Forcing their way through the words of songs
Mop pushing dirt around, feet leave puckered prints behind.
This image added like a bead to the string of this song for me.
My mind a karaoke machine
With a slot for each coin, in a row of moments
It disturbs me that the wide beam of light grows narrower with each passing day
Until one day it is just a pinprick
Which laser cuts my name into stone.
My name? What is this obsession?
I was invisible to all but one kid on the play ground, and I didn’t know his name.
I called him climbing bear. When did names start to matter?
Matter- dirt. Pushed across the floor.
Rhythm- it’s the push and the pull. I use music to bring back what used to matter look at it again,
it’s more romantic in this dimmer light.
I can’t really go there, to where it was more than a story,
Insects clamber up the walls to escape the mop.
Cheat. I love to cheat.
Cheating death is the true lie we all live
Knowledge of its imminence escapes our grasp unless we focus on it,
And then how it looms.