Thursday, April 29, 2004
No Straight Lines Save Memory (OR) longer than a flopping fish -- draft 1
Carmody catches the bait with bare
hands, holds it up for the nightly news.
And I can still hear what you said:
About how forests can be mapped
to show relevance, the symmetry of eyes
break up a speech: opening, body, closure--
we're not as old as we’re out of surprises.
I feel the hook in the cheek,
define the difference,
Christ on the cross
and every forgiveness out of time.
Everyone wonders what I found,
beside the name Carmody,
beside water boiling,
beside weather being,
if I ever made anything last
longer than a flopping fish
bucket.
Here’s the difference:
the nails in his hands
never drew blood like his words,
the hills never closed us in or out.
It’s never too late for exceptions
to everyone’s wishes,
with enough time to hold
you in place with your words,
lock up the meaning of serious
nobility beyond nights.
It’s a beautiful Sahara to walk,
With no straight lines,
save memory,
and the words will pour
out of me
like when we were young—
holding you in place,
a statue for all to admire.
Can you hear me smile,
great nothing to take back,
every past promise sticking to you
for all time this time,
everyone remembering you
as I remember you.
hands, holds it up for the nightly news.
And I can still hear what you said:
About how forests can be mapped
to show relevance, the symmetry of eyes
break up a speech: opening, body, closure--
we're not as old as we’re out of surprises.
I feel the hook in the cheek,
define the difference,
Christ on the cross
and every forgiveness out of time.
Everyone wonders what I found,
beside the name Carmody,
beside water boiling,
beside weather being,
if I ever made anything last
longer than a flopping fish
bucket.
Here’s the difference:
the nails in his hands
never drew blood like his words,
the hills never closed us in or out.
It’s never too late for exceptions
to everyone’s wishes,
with enough time to hold
you in place with your words,
lock up the meaning of serious
nobility beyond nights.
It’s a beautiful Sahara to walk,
With no straight lines,
save memory,
and the words will pour
out of me
like when we were young—
holding you in place,
a statue for all to admire.
Can you hear me smile,
great nothing to take back,
every past promise sticking to you
for all time this time,
everyone remembering you
as I remember you.
