somedays my past decides to play the role of the annoying child.
part I
something like cauloflower and cheese
a steamed vegitable in a pot.
i have memory of suppertime in summertime
i have memory of summertime at suppertime.
something like cauloflower, not quite
close
further actually, i think it was just a memory
regarless: does not matter
i think it was just a memory that calls
filter out the forgotten (they are not available)
to find appreciation of life
why i live
is why you live
is why he or she, it lives.
our memory
based on good
based on bad
something makes us breath the past and smell
something makes us breath the future and murmor
to find appreciation of life
in a memory,
a moment: a saved passage of time.
(i like cauloflower and cheese (delicious)
and cakes and muffins (with her))
part II
something like cauloflower and cheese
i love these things
steamed vegitables in a pot,
a bowl of pot (for my friends).
i love the memory of good
her and her dancing
that movement like a spanish dancer in peace.
oh, her and her moves of quant smiles and wishful glances -
there’s no hope but your own,
make it last, make it last… only today, my love.
i tell her to enjoy the now (don’t wait)
i tell her i know more (don’t believe)
i tell her she deserves something (nicer)
our memory together is appreciated
it is appreciation of life that keeps up going
memory. a bad thing to forget
has been forgotten, but not lost.
temporarily it has been stolen,
not forgotten entirely.
our memory
based on us
based on us
something like cauloflowers
and cheese (something i love)
i remember us.
