August 30th, 2007
For Ned Zissou
When he awoke the clock stopped tick tick tocking
It was time to do what needed be done
The awards on the shelf were shimmy shine shining
Lets hope this deed is accidentally fun
The razor blade shave was a little different this morning
the bulb in the bath dimming like the sun
The cold wet tile and his body drip drop dripping
As all the past moments rolled into one
At dinner last night was one sober thought.
One goal today.
One try.
No one would believe he had this in him
None could see this shining moment
No one was round to slap his back
Not one phone call
Just yellow light
Just blue tile
Just a reflection
Just silence at last
No regrets. Just nothing.
Which is better than just something.
Right?
