Sunday, August 06, 2006
i gave her some color, she needed it
she rolls on the grit, from cheek to nose,
from lips to ears and finds herself still,
lying barren on silica seas.
the grains scratches her eyes but it is
more important to see the thing that
might end you so she looks up into
the bitter baby blue horizon.
it is that time of day where there are
no shadows of the sun to protect
and only the gaze of a white hot
observer like your old grandmother
watching over you playing piano.
so she remembers giving up the
instrument long ago but the bars,
melodies, rhythms never left.
they refused the abandonment.
they refused to be unraveled
like strands of cultural DNA.
they believed that the physical
are just canvases for something we
aren't meant to really understand.
they believed that this is all a
test for which we will never, or should,
want to see the outcome of in our life.