Catch Poem by robert dickerson

Master the catch and it will forget you-
The fleeting theme you knew only by bits
that whistled you faultlessly forward and back
wards like a palindrome, like a genome, a swing;
that by its vaguery held you faithfully
in its memory, defining your lifes' dark
as by night its bright lights define a branches';
and loved you, loved you, loved you your
false starts, tin whistle sharps, hopeless gutturals,
lousy memory-note by note it will forget you,
as note by note you perfect its cadence,
mood, phrase, perfect intervals-it,
that, will dropp you, is its privilege and revenge
for breaking your silent pact with the ineffable.