watching a tired waltz
i am reminded that the notes
are flat, the dreams are shot
and the days are forgotten.
a happy tired television
throws lights up on the screen
a box and its radiation colors
causes quite a scene-
slowly blurring out the cold
and beckoning the worship
of a generation, that remembers only
when the first video aired on mtv-
the only moon landing they will ever see.

and i am out there in outer space
intercepting satellite transmissions
seeing what you will see in a
few mere seconds.

blown through a black hole
the stars of memory destroyed.
i will let go,
remembering that time we danced
that tired waltz
where the notes have gone flat.

04/26/2003

Author's Note: i'm in a funk, this is something trying to break out of it.

Posted on 04/26/2003
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