4.27.2010

Not the Same




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













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