I write your name
to hold back the dream,
dry dreams of voices and rooms
In the wicked gravity
the city drops into the night
and I think of people who died
Nothing is true
in a black romance
only love crimes and barricades
no more luxuries of plain division
I want the angel
with the differing touch
so I can dance the night away
and leave this still life
The crow is a low rider
work, not play is the jealous twin
love, life, and death-the three sisters
It's too late
to hold back the dream,
still, day and night-
I write your name.
(NOTE:This piece contains 25 song titles
recorded by The Jim Carroll Band)
December 1, 1998
(Note:This is my variation on 'found poetry'(which I don't really care for) but titles can't be copyrighted and this 'bastardized' version of found poetry is more creative and actually requires some thought and effort, so I did a few pieces using song/album titles of different bands(some worked, some didn't))
