Not the Same
The crib been silent
Stories been muted
Voices with clichéd overdubs
Capturing attention
Right after these commercials
From corporate sponsors
That have colonized our family
Used to watch TV while eating dinner
No playback of each others daily highlights
Just school and work
Institutions designed to distance us
Add the finishing touches
On a montage of moments that will capture
All the laughter and disaster
Collect the remains gather the broken images
From the backwards peacock mirror
To transport you forwards towards what to come
Run around the courts and fields
To work up the sweat and appetite
Developed acquired taste
For not acting right because I’d match my mind
To the continual movement of doors opening and locking
Bed right above entrance and exit
Thought I could get precise directions
On where I should be headed
I read recognition it screamed off the page
At that age still trying to recover
Something that won’t be found
Those calls bounce through walls
Those drums dance in dreams
The unseen became in front of face
Now turned away trying to handle
Understanding with slippery grip on what I can’t
grab
Room been a lab of battling histories
Experimenting with mysteries
Examining the astrology
Of absolutely no apologies
If only it was magic everybody might reappear
Instead this is another empty night
Me and my shadow for company
Only none of these stock options have gone public
Nothing absence of space
The transferring of matter into product to say something
Your heart been a peanut shell
A door open to a cell
Waiting for the invitation
When was the last time
Faces in a picture were altogether
Like an original ensemble
Our classic hits leave me trembling
Resembling a group gathered to make history
Not fade away like colors run in the sun
Where we would squint and pinch
If only the light would last
A little longer
