ASK iAN * MORTUARY MOUNTAIN of MEN
i lie forgotten beneath the rubble of great men and not so great men...
beneath their limbs i lie
my castle crumbled
my youth now salt air
my my my...
Angled in amongst gladiator elbows
tortured artist spines
and the supine ivory buttocks of Greek gods
Specks of my soul shimmer through dusty film
and all gossip of me long ago washed away by the rains of Hollywood
i lay here beneath this mountain of men
smothered and rarely unearthed
only to be buried by far less worthy faces on film...
i lay at the bottom of this heap
this mortuary mountain
and melted in with the multitudes
i use to be...as You now are...
i was changed
i never could swim back
and my resurrection was a sad affair
dying in a clinch of despair
you'll never know
buried at the width of this mountain of muscle and memory
maybe you'll dig me up and shine me off sometime
there is still silver underneath my mold
Timeless...once a smile of a kid