Lumiére
Travelers
become pilgrims in deserted and fallen
worlds.
Midway through my journey, on a steep pass over an angry
sea, a thicket of vultures enwreathed me. I
grew fearful and
looked backward. As I did, towers of glass sprouted from the
sea to form a gleaming metropolis. Droves of dreams behind
windows swarmed over a festooned bridge
to shuffle from
counting house to paper mill. Iron horses ground the
coffee
gears of forgetfulness. The present surpassed
the past in a
pantomime that abhorred withered boredom. I, too, wandered
among the kinetic shops of illusion. The
municipal queen
—an imposture— sat ravishingly upon an
ornate throne
of metallic serpents, studying me with eyes
of smoke. “O
last man,” she said, “you shall encounter tranquility but only
after you have sidled in solitude across seas of burning
marl.
However, because you have reached this
isle of mirage, I
shall
grant you the repast of oblivion.”
Wild
Old Lee
In
lone hallways of smudged light, strewn paper, and debris
shuffled
the can-crusher in disheveled
drug-store Chinese
slippers,
muttering under his breath. “This has all happened
before,
it’s all just a matter of time
until…until the cycle
repeats
itself,” he would say, drunk with eternity, hack of
a
laugh
sputtering into wheeze that rarely cleared
his throat.
Coptic
castaway in a polyglot
shack, he was all but
aesthetically
null & void. He would beckon
me and say in
unshaven
drawl, spittle gathered on
his lip, “You know,
you're
free to choose as you
wish, but realize this, my
boy…
that once you’ve chosen and acted, it’s destiny,
it’s
fate,
it was meant to happen.”
Ships
in the Distance
Once
I simply wanted to. A day spent was
a day lived.
Rush
and flow greet each swell. One must wait and will it,
then
need and feel it—otherwise it will not occur. I sought
the
hollow sill beyond the stress
fractured and firetower
vigil,
beyond the swill marionettes
jockeying with spat
tacks.
They said drivel would, the
politics of driving,
potent
cocktails, but they never
did. Only in facing that
vast
stretch, then the shore, did the infected light
of being
become
becoming.
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