Saturday, September 13, 2014

Nails -

NAILS - I gave you sorrow to hang on your wall Like a calendar in one color. I wear a torn place on my sleeve. It isn't as simple as that.   Between no place of mine and no place of yours You'd have thought I'd know the way by now Just from thinking it over. Oh I know I've no excuse to be stuck here turning Like a mirror on a string, Except it's hardly credible how It all keeps changing. Loss has a wider choice of directions Than the other thing.   As if I had a system I shuffle among the lies Turning them over, if only I could be sure what I'd lost. I uncover my footprints, I Poke them till the eyes open. They don't recall what it looked like. When was I using it last? Was it like a ring or a light Or the autumn pond Which chokes and glitters but Grows colder? It could be all in the mind.  Anyway Nothing seems to bring it back to me.   And I've been to see Your hands as trees borne away on a flood, The same film over and over, And an old one at that, shattering its account To the last of the digits, and nothing And the blank end.   The lightning has shown me the scars of the future.   I've had a long look at someone Alone like a key in a lock Without what it takes to turn.   It isn't as simple as that.   Winter will think back to your lit harvest For which there is no help, and the seed Of eloquence will open its wings When you are gone. But at this moment When the nails are kissing the fingers good-bye And my only Chance is bleeding from me, When my one chance is bleeding, For speaking either truth or comfort I have no more tongue than a wound...

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