Saturday, April 25, 2009

incidental music

the fourteen flowers of the apocalypse are soo yellow in spring,
and memory is just that.
_______(but the thing i am here to say isn't about that,
_______it's about the beach on Saturday. - the movies when i finally get a chance to go,
_______those things i'd eventually like to know,

and time on my hands like some water i wash my face with,
_______delicious, deep,
what could be more meaningful than time?, is what i'm here to say
deeper and more colourful than all the black shapes you see when you close your eyes,
and...
_______driving with the windows down, too fast,
_______and running too fast so i could see my abdomen keeping my beat
_______and feet sinking just a little bit into sand reminds me of where i'm headed
(one way or another) (what could be more un/abundant than time?

the sunflower burnt bright on saturday. burns bright today, the sunday.
and i'm short of days left to burn.

2 comments:

capone said...

peaceful memories... sunny days. we both had a good saturday. finally.

a penny for the old guy said...

yum.
yes.
love.

q