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