memories

I remember
what you thought you meant
I remember
although it's along
the lines of forgetting
that fever heat
forever remembering
never forgetting the beat

i hold the fears
to pretend to love
and it's sad to know
it's never their turn


the sickest feel
along the spread of wings
they'll never know the flight

they line in like
they're soldiers


and I hang my head
and hang up my hands
for the beautiful saint

how the words can fall
out of me like a tidal
like the wave
that becomes my head

the love meant progress
and parallel lines