Rememories to See
Tilt your eyes to the light and you might
Switch your view with a click of the stick
Click the ticket that gave you something new
Pictures of where the things are, there
Slides of reality filtered in the monocular vision
Eyes divided and a mind united
Take something of division and solve its sum
Or perhaps some of its color when you uncover
The truth locked in the far light.
Tramp down the hall and scratch on the wall
And look at the memories framed
In gloss that’s shined and past
Life so defined and begged to last
When the lights explode and smile swallowed
When the trapped teeth and lip script
Stuck in a cellophane reality that can
Bleed the chemical bath of life
To reveal the pain that is melted behind
The mat, on the ground where you
Cover and wipe away your dirty path
Showing the state of bliss only true
To the people who know its not you
A mat to wipe, a frame to imprison
A moment too good to be the life you
Lust and learn is just a chemical burn.
Look in your cock pit or that place with cash
The black pit of change and mints
Find the picture or piece of the permanent
Ink that blots your thread
To the life instead that you choose to lead
Someone there for you to swear
Is vital to past participles
What you could have had,
Who made you bad,
Or what’s watered your sad
Small business cards of the blues,
Whites of the teeth not just on
Appointment cards we gamble with
But pocket pics of more than dicks,
It’s the people we glean
From the harvest of the world
To feed our sick stock from life’s clock
That ticks the stills we hold.
You use your thumb to trigger
The gun that fires shots of your past
Fresh time and place defined in the
Unforgiving sight of a sound that’s single,
Sided in an instant development,
Life illuminated from behind
The lines that defined who would win control
Of where the whole could suck you,
Into the fruitful fall or Sondheimist Springs
Places who remember your memoires
In banked flurries.
Rememories of litteries that are yet truition bound
We mold and slur our lives
Into the blurred lines of
Running beside the lens of now
Only to fool the eyes of tomorrow
How we pull the wool over the shutter
Of a cannon that destroys just as easily
As the film it uses to point fingers
And bullets shot can be the ammo we shoot
The unknown boot left with a helmet
Or the men struggling to hold
The American quilt that’s just
Blood, purity, and the blues swingin jazz
Of a way to remember the pain
Not capture its profiled acclaim.
Rememories are as fresh as the next step
You take to get beyond the gate
Of stalled perception and into the gear
That will grind you from the fear
That a glazed over glare
Requires you to stare down
Into the pit to prepare.
You who get the master view
People who stare at just what to do
Secrets of the viewfinder for the few
Who can look forward to what was
And back at what’s new.
Click, turn.
Click, turn.
*You spin my head right round, right round
Click, turn
Feel the technical burn of the images
Stilled on the paper map of the past
Shined with your perception
And recalled with human connection
To the intersection of what’s been
A map headed in a frozen direction.
Guest Contributor: Kody Maynard
Kody is the Program Coordinator for the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender and Allies Resource Office at the University of Northern Colorado
You can contact Kody at his office: 970-351-2906 or www.unco.edu/glbta