Memory The Old Way

Memory The Old Way This was the best I could do for you Over this place I wanted love ones to leave I suppose it is better they misguessed the clue That adventure would only bring back another weave He walked all by himself Looked around the corner Sighed evil with relief But he couldn't cross sooner After time had tossed his cape And when distance did not occus The fear of light but also life was over Not to mention the glimmer of a gun When hell and truth could not concur And the soul enough even to hurt the sun Where it takes three to touch and seal the sin First The Father, The Son, and The Moly Ghost When where your from and where you've been Make up the difference and the cost Of those other two to come Say you are as strong as Pope John Paul Refuse to lie no matter the distruction Go ahead now nimble about Albert Camue Or justify Joyce's splendid peddler Or live these correct reflections Thereafter to farm a connection with Faulkner All around a dark, dumb, mute love for Mississippi As if I could read, you lending me your ear We of n o given care from anywhere Leaving life alone for home; where push comes to shove There with the unknown, and nearly happy