For Posterity
November 7, 2009
Coin-worn pockets
Stapled to the wall
For posterity.
Lemon lip balm crust
And bits of the label
Balled up on the mantle.
Soft echo of a well wish
Rolling around
In a dried up bottle.
Flecks of spilt paint
Preserved between panels
Remember their color.
Thinking stool, turned table,
Half-turned kindling,
And last used for an idle gnaw;
Notes scratched on it
With the broken handle
Of a soft-bristled toothbrush:
“Initials hearts initials”
“I remember better”
“Think I’ll leave”
What looks the print
Of a half-dragged boot
Over the softly rotting threshold.
November 7, 2009 at 1:14 am
just got off work and found this. i find i’m almost always thinking about rot and “i remember better” when i work late. so i found it somehow validating. thanks.
November 7, 2009 at 9:48 am
Thanks Bob,
Wrote it on one of those late nights myself, I’m glad it has the feel.