weaselpop
02-02-2006, 10:24 PM
This photo clouds the memory.
Only the drunken red faces speak, grinning,
Up on tiptoes, arms hang over shoulders,
A little strip of bare flesh shows below a favourite top,
But what of the seeds of two loves? Sown
From yesterdayÕs pizza and todayÕs begged advice,
Fists and cut lips, alone together in a dark room,
Parallel dramaÕs and doomed relationships.
Months move on, love grows, stretches
Over the miles of the railtrack train tracks
And the lines telephone poles, strung with their
Telephone wires. Time sticks in souvenirs,
All books for a pound, brick-a-brack
Postcards, a sore ankle, sore wrist.
I hear your love grow and stretch.
Your disembodied voice casts
An impression of this connection;
His sweet and secret sigh conveys a
Little shudder of understanding.
But distance breaks up the bond,
Eventually. Breaks two into one
Voiceless face, and one faceless voice,
Knowing the one and pondering the other.
You both moved on.
Memory moves, moves around stories,
Moves from the past and into the future,
Moves minds and bodies, moves houses.
And you move from South to North,
And return, bringing summer sunshine
In short, sharp bursts.
___________________I discard the photo
Only the drunken red faces speak, grinning,
Up on tiptoes, arms hang over shoulders,
A little strip of bare flesh shows below a favourite top,
But what of the seeds of two loves? Sown
From yesterdayÕs pizza and todayÕs begged advice,
Fists and cut lips, alone together in a dark room,
Parallel dramaÕs and doomed relationships.
Months move on, love grows, stretches
Over the miles of the railtrack train tracks
And the lines telephone poles, strung with their
Telephone wires. Time sticks in souvenirs,
All books for a pound, brick-a-brack
Postcards, a sore ankle, sore wrist.
I hear your love grow and stretch.
Your disembodied voice casts
An impression of this connection;
His sweet and secret sigh conveys a
Little shudder of understanding.
But distance breaks up the bond,
Eventually. Breaks two into one
Voiceless face, and one faceless voice,
Knowing the one and pondering the other.
You both moved on.
Memory moves, moves around stories,
Moves from the past and into the future,
Moves minds and bodies, moves houses.
And you move from South to North,
And return, bringing summer sunshine
In short, sharp bursts.
___________________I discard the photo