8/52: when I think of you

of the things you said,
only the final words remain.

do you remember records?
do you remember how
the concentric circles could look uninterrupted
and you could be playing one
with only the slightest hiss over the hifi
grooving to a song about love
or forever
or how even the nights were better

when suddenly the needle
would get caught on this hidden pit
you completely missed before
and the sound would go
from sweet
to ear knives?

nothing could get you to listen
to that record again.
the memory of that moment
stares at you with gouged out eyes
and you want to forget all of it.

you long for DJ Charon
and the smooth water tracks of Styx
to wipe away not just the last moment
but all of it.

and that's what I want
when I think of you.
to sell our record to some hipster
who doesn't actually listen to vinyl
but has a wall full of them
to show his friends.

5/52: refrain

what are the dimensions
of a man's life?

you think you have the measure,
you think you are ready to cut

but the pattern is not so discernible,
the length of the string not so absolute.

you are just one man
and the Greeks believed it took three Gods
to spin, apportion, and sever.

6/52: I'll try again

The only thing is
to be able to make sure
you save any questions about
your experience.

I'm sure that you can also use
a different post
to show up in my mind.

I'm sure you have to be able
to make a decision.

I'm sure you get the latest version of the day.

I'm not sure if I can see the full story
of my life.

The first time
I had the opportunity. 

Please note that you are not
an option for the next day. 

I'm not going anywhere
for more than a year,
I will not be able to make it.

The other hand is

a good idea.

I'll try again.

**

 

Sent from my Verizon Wireless 4G LTE smartphone

the entire text was generated using text suggestions provided by  my phone. I'd wanted to try this for a while. It seems like Austin Kleon's black out poetry.