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if jesus took the wheel, he'd run over half of you
by Vere MantratriadI remember sometimes
but more often than not
I forget
it comes from
being forgotten; naturally
the chords to my throat
wrapped in rhythm
with her singing
echoing down my spine
her kindness is faltering
by the way she keeps in mind
all of the things she's minded
velveteen riches stolen
for the speaker of your house
that you'd silence for one moment
just one moment of peace
to get on
what wouldn't get on
this station is full of static
white noise entwined with my voice
of silence
and of blood
still wrapped around your little
ways to beckon me forward
to a time when the remembered
are forgotten to memory
but do not care
I could follow you down your street
threats unaffective
just rubber, glue: cliche
a motive unguarded
to bring you down
if it's possible to hang heaven
in silence
to remember sometimes
to forget 07/22/2006 Author's Note: originally written 08/09/2003... editted and reposted 07/22/2006...
Posted on 07/22/2006
Copyright © 2025 Vere Mantratriad
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 07/26/06 at 04:57 AM i'd agree with the above.. the title draws you in and the piece just holds you captive :) |
| Posted by JD Clay on 07/29/06 at 03:20 PM This is a very sytlish piece, Vere. In a word bittersweet.
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