I stand alone and watch the clock
I only wait for it to stop
One of those days where
the mind wishes it would stop
its going so slow it might as well
and in the room locked up inside me
be stopped, time isn't passing anyway
Yes, it is, I know that because the
little clock on my computer
the cutout magazines remind me
I sit and wait alone in my room
reminds me whether or not
I really want to know, and I,
resent that fiercely
I could not look, that is my right
but I never not look.
Anger at me, myself and I
Song from another life, long ago
reminding me of all the photographs
I took before I had a camera
I stand and watch the clock
I only wait for it to stop
now the negatives are piling up
against the doors in my head
crowding the hallways, blocking swing
the doors are shut and all the windows lock
of the panels and light and air.
Unable to process, not enough chemicals
the only sound is from the clock
trays, fixer, no, not enough fixer
or light, not enough light and its
getting hard to breathe
I sit and wait alone in my room
here in my room, my darkroom,
but I can't stop unloading the film
from so many canisters, they are all around me
in my room
Note: Italicized words above are lyrics without permission, from "In My Room" by Yaz. I know you were murmuring fragments of the Lord's Prayer when you read it...
06 November 2010
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ReplyDeleteRamble on, IG...it always results in brilliance
ReplyDeleteNicely captured... I never not look either. What's with that?
ReplyDeleteThose photos in my mind's eye remain clear. I wish that I could produce them onto print paper as well as I see them in my memory.
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