mercredi, décembre 09, 2009

Stray, Puppy

Lately I feel like Time is taking my memories from me
one by one
and he hangs them on a silvery string around his neck like the teeth of his enemies or like ears cut from the fallen
like charms to ward away his immortality

I’m sure that when you’re Time the eons seem like such a prison
nothing ever changes
nothing ever ends
nothing has ever ended
or ever will

and all of that Forever leaves one with a thirst for closure

So I feed him my memories
A little something every day to keep his energy up

He gets fed twice on the days I dream the morning away
and on the nights I drink myself into forgetting

And now when Time follows me like the stray puppy Momma warned me not to feed
the handmade silver collar around his neck jingles
rattles like a chain in some stupid ghost story

I don’t mind the reminder
I feel sorry for something so helpless that it can’t even gain a new perspective

but every time I try to give it one of mine
I get a new one instead