Lyrics IndexLyrics IndexThings ForgottenMusic by Dave OlsenWords by Louise McDiarmid|
What happens to the things that I've forgotten? Are they strewn about my brain like magazines in a waiting room, getting out-of-date and losing pages? Have they fallen into crevices and cracks or back behind the shelves? Are they flattened, trapped and hidden under piles of paper: file folders, recipes, notes, reminders, jokes, quotes and clippings and lists, letters written and not-written, birthday cards from my children, empty envelopes? I suspect a few have slipped down into the wrinkles of my cerebellum, and they hide there, whispering conspiracy. It's possible that a dozen or so of the more radical have stolen some neurons and gone through the wall, and at this very moment they are sprawled around on the meninges, osmosing alcohol as they engage in casual mitosis. Sometimes I wonder: Are there thoughts still simmering on back burners deep in the cortex, heat so low it's hardly on? Will the pots boil dry and the contents stick to the bottom? Stick to the bottom, black and unscourable? Or will the essence vaporize, to be distilled in half-remembered… will the essence vaporize, to be distilled in half-remembered… will the essence vaporize, to be distilled in half-remembered… vaporize to be distilled in half-remembered dreams and poetry? |
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