LIKE A FACELESS CLOCK WITH NUMBERS

What is
tapping- in the hollow of my soul,
like a faceless clock with numbers,
like the empty promise of gold,
like the values all but lost,
of the soul I should have sold.
It's so easy to forget,
just how good it used to be
to dance my minuet,
when it wasn't just me.

Copyright Š2006 Ashi Shadow 2/1/06
"values" is a pun (a valueless soul = a black soul or virtueless soul). Should be value, but values makes the pun more obvious. The poem was supposed to be as below, but I felt that I had to alter it to preserve the meter. (thus the above). The original intent of the poem was rewritten during composition, and the first few lines were the true intention. But then reminiscence kicked in. (Minuet is obviously a reference to Katie). Influenced strongly by "Bad Cover Version" by Pulp.

What is tapping
in the hollow of my soul,
like a faceless clock with numbers,
like the empty promise of gold,
like the value all but lost,
of the soul I should have sold.
It's so easy to forget,
just how good it used to be
to dance my minuet,
when it wasn't just me.

Dr. Faustus is one of my heroes. (Or Faust rather, Marlowe's Faust). If only he would have done more humanitarian deeds with his exploits. I once said in an English class that if I could give up my life for any thing, I'd give up my life to have women stop wearing makeup and never shave their legs again. Others were flabbergasted that I would give my life for that. But I shrug I really hate sexism.