Nov 02, 2005 17:03
Someday, in a quiet conversation between friends
We’ll talk about the man
Bewildered by his confidence and the size of his hands
The way we revere men who can hold their liquor
Or do tedious, evaporating things for hours without rest
Some model, a dead man
A dead man, a big, vapid portrait
A solid gray jigsaw puzzle
Well, this is fresh air, this new conversation
This new excuse to not be silent
I will bewilder you for hours, my friend
I will tame your tedium and predict your childless future
I know how to torture you with words; I won’t but I could
And the threat of my confidence might as well be your breath
Begin to end, please
Look back and see water rushing towards you, please
Spare wit and me and be honest for as long as it takes
Because there are things that need to be said
There is a new covenant being drawn up
Plans and agreements about where the bell will ring
And from how far away people will be able to hear it
You keep waiting for applause
I promise
Nobody is looking at you
This is your time of expectations
Your time of duty and resistance
This is when you break and break and break
When you shudder and rebuild and break
And it goes on and on if you try hard enough
Slam your fists and see the ghosts
He speaks and you need Words the most
Throw your arms and do the work
He speaks and your whole heart will hurt
Scream for love and beat to death the part of you that feels regret.