Cendre

2009 stuff.  No point in this, just impressions while listening to an album.  Good album, though.  I should probably say what it is, but whatever.  It's not that important.  Oh, wait, it's the title.  Rock'n'roll.




F/S

I see the night stretch

out like a razor thin wire

before me, slowly oscillating

sending shimmering light

with each tiny movement,

hundreds of waves

until even the moon is drowned

out by silver spreading glow.

then I am in a green field,

a single ancient tree in the distance

on a hill, the grass waist-high

and dancing with a subtle breeze,

swaying in slow motion

to the ghostly music of rustling,

starting in and out of unison

until finally every blade

forms ripples like water and I,

standing in that verdant sea,

begin to swim upon the moving

arms of grass.

I am now on a beach, wrapped in

a long coat looking over the

sad grey sea, settling after

the torrent of an autumn storm,

the sand wet and fading until

even it looks like the distant

water.

an empty building, falling apart,

broken glass like punched-in

smiles, the rust thick, the rust

pungent, overwhelming rust

until even the flesh takes

on the slowing creaking decay.

the sun is outside and flirts

with illuminating the failed

cathedral of industry,

but its shine cannot penetrate

the clouds of dust, the still-standing

iron sides— and the specter

of the throbbing machines

stays hidden.

I am dying and I see one face

but I do not know her.

she sings to me old songs

she says I know, but their memories

have rotted, their bones

turned to dust long ago.

the sun is going down and I fear

another night of panic, sleepless

and painful, no way to know

if that forever promise of dawn

will finally end.