"A man once said "Despair is Motivation"
And I never knew why
He was an ordinary man
With ordinary advice
But he seemed so sure
With bells on his wrists and bracelets around his ankles;
The constant clattering was a comfort to me.
While others shied from his darkened gaze
I reveled in the shadows,
Made myself at home.
But now, it is I that keeps at a distance
Three pew lengths away from his coffin
Dark mahogonay and crimson velvet
And I think to myself:
"He would have wanted black."
His face is peaceful despite the burns
Little holes and cracks form spilt cups of tea
And another half-used cigarette.
Mother stands rigid beside me
A chrome robot in her suit and tie
Mechanical, as she cannot cry.
I turn my eyes, all gray and white, and smile,
"He would've wanted black, mother,
Daddy always wanted black." S.N.S. 2/22/2005 10:44am
S.N.S. 2/22/2005 10:44am