I found you again
in a shoebox
you've been lying
there for quite awhile
and the floodgate opens
with a rush of memories
beautiful young rich
boats lunches parties
travel jewellery cars
accounts and you
continental clever you
an irresistible charm
genius who was always
summer fun a cornucopia
of endless excitement
there are too many boxes
of you lying around here
And now I must rearrange
my face to hide my thoughts
of you
And now I must rearrange
ReplyDeletemy face to hide my thoughts
of you.
Been there, done that...
Rall,
ReplyDeleteI assumed you weren't talking about George Benson, the jazz guitarist, but another George Benson. I like the quiet matter of fact tone you use here, and the short line lengths which accelerates the poem's movement. All of this and the sense of disintegration in finding someone "in a shoebox" enhances the psychological and physical contortion of the last few lines.
David,I found some old cassette tapes in a shoe box and I put on some George Benson and the memories came rolling in. Music and scents always open the memory flood gates for me. Geroge Benson is still great. His music never dates.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jinsky!
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