May 9,
1983 9:05 p.m.
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Words Don't Wail Me Now"
I don't have to say the things I said When yesterday I cried The rhymes were programmed Rhythm eternal And the singer simply paused and sighed He looked out at the audience He lost his voice, his seventh sense And no one was the one to grant his pension I felt as if no shears could snap the tension No tender urgings daresay intervention My hip romance just faded away When yesterday I cried The poems proved lost Searing understanding And the singer just stood there and tried He looked out at the audience again Mouthing with pity his incredible pain And no one was the one to clap and cheer I felt as if his worry had no peer A futile grin becomes the cavalier To sit back and emulate my bard As with yesterday a tear Came to my eye Salty memory And the singer turned his back He gazed at his intermission Had no words for idle repetition And no one was the one to heed mistakes The things I felt as if the feelings fakes Because when shame had gathered what she takes. I can't remember the poems I cried When yesterday I screamed All attitudes programmed Automatic delay The singer simply wasn't what he seemed He looked into the mirror now Stared at my visage and raised a brow And no one was the one to tell him how I felt as if I watched a movie show No tender urgings when we're feeling low. And when you're seventeen. Yesterday's hopes Uncertain dreams... And when you're thirty The mind cloud haze is eternally dirty The ink dries before the thoughts mature And my lover's soft looks Are unseen, and so pure I remember the words and the actions And for tomorrow and you I'll cry Nothing is certain Caverns eternally dry And the singer simply lets his wisdom fly He smiles as tears grow fatter And fall as heartache's batter And no one was the one to stir the broth I felt as if no spoon could ladle the froth No one to ever turn around adn scoff I'm a gentle timebomb And time removed the fuse unused The tear in my eye The causes fly by There's no need to cry Emotional patience Resignation renasence I don't have to say the things I said When yesterday I cried When yesterday I yesterday He lost his voice I have this choice Please listen as I make it plain Place the needle in the groove And repeat the last refrain... All matter of matters Don't matter any more And I don't have to say When just yesterday I cried Hello, the singer just finished the song He looked to the audience They understood, their seventh sense And no one was the one to laud the show You and I are the only ones to know I cried as I felt the final crushing blow to 9:50 p.m. 5/9/83 nonsense ruminations concerning the culmination of thirty years of existence
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