When The Headlong Light Is Loose (Poem)
the sodium lights
of pentathletes fall
drifting across moonbeams
a solitary bee lands
upon my windshield
discordant cords
wrap round my soul
"could i have ever been
the man for you?
in a thousand lifetimes
could i have been
the one?"
my love is conviction
my heart can scarcely
contain
it fills me up
with silvery lights
arcing across infinity
a million hungry bellies
cry out
shattered glass
and infamy
trails of starshine
traces of loss
entropy
plutonium visions
languid, sireless
mares and
storm driven
seas
clashing
crashing
out beyond
the breakers
where geometric ghosts
manifest themselves
in the dying
light of
seaside
beach blanket
seaside
beach blanket
campfires
out to that
place between
seduction
and
death
solace wheels
turn
in the
automatic
night
sentinels and
machinery
zephyrs
legions march
empires fall
bodies lie
strewn
on the shoulders
of decommissioned
highways
abandoned zoos
phantom chimpanzees
starlight
and the
moon...
waxes and wanes
flash floods
decimals
decimals
decimals
and one car
rumbles along
headlong into the night
-majestic-
solitary illumination
"don't it make
my brown eyes blue?"
throw the shoe
through the darkness
of the american night
electrodes and wires
crisscrossed
and sparkling
the cow
stumbledtrip
and fell into doom
as the trumpets
sound and the
seals unravel
and the horsemen
take flight
and all the
technobabble
in the world
won't save us
-save us-
so crank up
your post rock
your sonic youth
and talk talk
and slint
and grab your
cyberpunk
novels
all folded
and sweat stained
with yellowed pages
smelling faintly
of braii or
injera
pour a small
glass of
rosewater
and rejoice
as all the
satellites
fall into
the boiling seas
as fish
throw themselves
mercilessly
upon the banks
of artificial lakes
in gated communities
time lapse
videos
of cap'n crunch
crunchy bits
descending into bowls
like archangels
banished
for insurrection
(splash a little
milk on the
counter)
adjust your
aerial antennas
for a signal
that will
never come...
and when they come
to drag you away
DO NOT GO
QUIETLY
and once they've
shut you up
and filed and
stored you
keep asking the questions
"could i have ever been
the man for you?
in a thousand lifetimes
could i have been
the one?"
L.M. Little
6:50 a.m.
10/2/2014
