I empty myself of the names of others. I empty my pockets.
I empty my shoes and leave them beside the road.
At night I turn back the clocks;
I open the family album and look at myself as a boy.

What good does it do? The hours have done their job.
I say my own name. I say goodbye.
The words follow each other downwind.
I love my wife but send her away.

My parents rise out of their thrones
into the milky rooms of clouds. How can I sing?
Time tells me what I am. I change and I am the same.
I empty myself of my life and my life remains.

Killer liner right here: 'I empty myself of my life and my life remains.' What does this poem mean to you? Each stanza can be read as espousing a different theme. To me, the last line seem to take the meaning of how even when is he physically gone, the trajectories of his life are so indelible they cannot be erased...e.g. the choices he made, cannot just be forgotten even after his death. That the choices transcends the body...esp true if one looks at history... the memory collective trumps the individual's account...and sociologically speaking, society (social action/choice) triumphs over the individual... Durkheim's perspective.
 

I woke up this morning
Now I understand
What it means to give your life
To just one man
Afraid of feeling nothing
No bees or butterflies
My head is full of voices
And my house is full of lies

This is home, home
And this is home, home
This is home

I found your standing there
When I was seventeen
Now I'm thirty-two
And I can't remember

what I'd seen in you
I made a promise
Said it everyday
Now I'm reading romance novels
And I'm dreaming of yesterday

I'd like to see the Riviera
And slowdance
underneath the stars
I'd like to watch the sun come up
In a stranger's arms

I'm going crazy
A little at a time
And everything I wanted
Is now driving me away
I woke this morning
To the sound of beating hearts
Mine is full of questions
And it's tearing yours apart...

This is what I do, aside from play FB poker. Trish's Originals.