CAN-NOT I was trying to reach beyond my stroke But I don’t think I can, my memory was Shot to bits like torn photos can- Not bring my memory back. No detail comes to mind, stroke is like My birth, the day date and time. These words are my memory In a deep vein thermal image man. I can’t go to another level, be- Cause there isn’t any. I sit here All alone of many, many a day I done this and that without clarity. It’s clear that I can’t find a way through So, I’ll just have to settle for, I haven’t Got a clue?
FALSE FACE Put on a false face and pretend To be someone else. I’ve never Been good at that, I can’t lie. Once I remember dressing up As the joker but now the joke Is on me, I dress down each day And don’t recall my childhood. I was born and one day I’ll die That’s celebration enough. This is my face but It’s not false.
LOU READ ‘Read seeds not twigs’ Ezra Pound Reading W.S. Merwin selected translations,this is my stab in the dark, from the mean streets. Everyone should read Lou Reed over and over and over. I’ll be your mirror, reflect what you are ‘Between thought and expression’, ‘pass thru fire’. Somebody else would have broken both of her arms That’s the difference between wrong and right Shows just how wrong you can be. Lou Reed gave me everything, everything and more Pale blue eyes, that I just don’t know And that’s the long and short of it. There’s nobody but you, inside my thoughts as the rhythmic thoughts subside. Different colour’s made of tears, nobody called In a way you’re the best friend I ever had. The image of the ...
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