Smashing Dishes

Smashing dishes
in our shattered home
ripping up the photographs
I sat up all night by the phone
to hear your laugh.

We spilt each other’s secrets
first with half truths and splitting hairs
then thru meaningless confessions,
anything to keep possession
of what we might have shared.

While inertia dances with entropy
time has taken you away from me
perhaps I took it too personally
mistaking this farce as a tragedy.

I may recall you more or less
and in the end not even try.
There is no larger shape
of emptiness then a heart
that can’t say goodbye.

We said we’d fight for freedom
even if it took forever
and eventually defeat them
or at least we’d die together.

Now our revolution is over
and the real war has begun.
I’m no longer your disguised savior,
there is no smoking gun.

Stuart Cudlitz
SF 1999

Songs And Poems


	Smashing Dishes Smashing dishes in our shattered home ripping up the photographs I sat up all night by the phone to hear your laugh. We spilt each other’s secrets first with half truths and splitting hairs then thru meaningless confessions, anything to keep possession of what we might have shared. While inertia dances with entropy time has taken you away from me perhaps I took it too personally mistaking this farce as a tragedy. I may recall you more or less and in the end not even try. There is no larger shape of emptiness then a heart that can’t say goodbye. We said we’d fight for freedom even if it took forever and eventually defeat them or at least we’d die together. Now our revolution is over and the real war has begun. I’m no longer your disguised savior, there is no smoking gun. Stuart Cudlitz SF 1999
		Songs And Poems