He caught the kick with his head
He had thought all thoughts anyway
He did not stand up when he took it
Too drunk to even walk
Slowly one forgets everything
As well as boys in corduroy
But I remember our screaming chairs in the kitchen
and the whirl of my ball of porcelain
My friend had chalk-white teeth
His clothes smelled like smoke
So alive that it feels
As though it is me who is dead
A shiny marble
lay so heavily in my hand
Worth more than balls of glass
A marble Frank
I will never come closer than this
A shiny morning in the hand of Frank
He caught the kick with his head
As if to head a football into the goal
As if to throw a stone high over the roof
and climb where no one can raech
Slowly one forgets everything
as well as wooden shoes and Gold Blend in secret
But I remember things he said that made me greater
older, not so shy
On his jacket sat four tags
Heroes in glittering fabric
Slade, Kiss, Bowie, and Sweet, the year when pin-ups were new
A shiny marble
lay so heavily in my hand
Worth more than balls of glass
A marble Frank
I will never come closer than this
A shiny morning in the hand of Frank
Now I am greater, now I am older
older than you
Now I am greater, greater than you
A shiny marble
lay so heavily in my hand
Worth more than balls of glass
A marble Frank
I will never come closer than this
A shiny morning in the hand of Frank