I'Ll Admit My Debt To You
Damn your hands and soft skin
Shamelessly proclaiming
Barefaced and audacious
You keep my tongue on a leash
But how I take my share
Always hanging on your estimations
Where there is place enough for laughter
Never tasting the guilt with the guilty
In spite of this, on clement feet
We watched the throbbing stars
Good or bad I cannot say
But you must draw a conclusion from this
If you can
Again, whatever it is
I cannot bare it.
This is my news:
I alone am responsible
This is right, and it should be
I have trouble imagining all of this
For I do not pray anymore
With all these auspicious new complexities
The sky has grown deaf
And I find comfort in the briefest ways
Jangling and unyielding remembered echoes speaking
In base aphorisms of forgotten amusement
Oh how time has a rusted wit
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