Thursday, October 2, 2014

When the Headlong Light is Loose

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
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



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