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Monday, December 1, 2003

Gravity

Once upon a time we had agreed we were allowed to post poems on here, so here's a song by The Guild League that I happen to find great today. It's called 'Gravity'.

Somewhere my body holds the memory of our tactile poetry
All those sonnects sketched in finger-paints
The songs of you and me
How our skin hummed electric
Danced like wires in the rain that drenched us duelling fierce and hungry until both lay slain
I have it all up here this dusty library in my head
Through its windows snow blankets the garden of our bed
Well if you gave me soap and a pen knife I could re-invent the wheel
But I can't carve a life-sized replica of just how good it feels to have known a fraction of you for a fraction of the time that we spent stripping down the molds that we thought were yours and mine
And the future sits like stone blocks under dust sheets in our hearts
Waiting just to be uncovered and for chiselling to start
People have a name for it since Newton's apple fell
You hold our love like a fallen apple
My hands shake like William Tell

And did you know, that boy Tali sings it like an angel, too. It's great. I tell you.

(And if he happens to be reading this, there's something I want to say: Can I interview you for my webzine? Please?)

Posted by Dimitra Daisy