PHOTOGRAFITTIMEMORY
I am writingthese fragile lines
in the days calm
there above me is a picture of dali
and an old childhood elephant
The buddahs nest lies empty
It started in rain this road trip
and the mist of childhood memory
I remember going to mountains
with my uncle family and father
but those are faded
in a album somewhere
the one of father ripped
the ones of the uncle carefully preserved or visa verse depends on whose family family is perspective but when present so amazing one day hope the distance between me and my brother can be erased that life and joy could be all the memories we have my uncle had no religion at his funeral just the playing of queens And bicycle song but all the drama of god in where to bury his ashes not his wishes but an afterthought and my thoughts were naked and given to my family my aunt did not recognize my father thought he was a stranger and that is the everyday of my life and he though the pome of well oiled convervatibe men was about him but its taking the strangers of your family and giving them the lines the words the phrases you spin out of colliding views the plate teutolingisticskin of memory that they understand the photos are only fading but words remain
© 2006 Phillip Jagger