The Dark, Hard Secrets looking into pools, into glass eyes: so much is blurred, so much watered down - the grin of the communion boy, the sun tanned holiday stare - all those heavenly things: solitary games in fading summer light, the slower noises of the then flashing lights. They re all tricks now, tricks for the easily fooled: folded like rag dolls, into their silent home - warning signs so sweetly sidestepped, now bleakly stared at in the quiet of the evening's roarings, such foolish things: the gambles that boredom makes, the naked body in the bottom of the garden, stretched under the moon. So, here I am, catch me if you can, chew on the dust I leave behind: on the dust covered books of forgettable words, propping up whatever memories I can glean from their unfamiliar tone and the dark, hard secrets hidden between their lines
Pavel Nowseem's Questions:
Does this bit of of posey give any sense of nostalgia or loss or even frustration ??
Does it work on more than one level or is it just a piece of crap??