That lizard is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen.
| Space Rock (Found Poem) |
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| Published on 03 Oct 2022 01:24 |
Lost star, far away
Almost remembered, our secret place
Fragments of a falling heart
A lost star in the porous dark
Lost star, far from home
Lost star, she roams the stone
Lost star, on its own,
Lost star—
Lost star—
Scorned, afraid, a corner wan
Struck and divvied upon
The cusp of something gone
Lost star, the only one
Lost star, nearing grey
Lost star, you are falling
Lost star, above the highway
Lost star, are you calling?
Higher worlds, higher borne
Brighter nights and colors worn
Lost star, shining into day
Once forgotten, but here to stay
But
When it landed
It left a crater
The size of Maat Mons
He watched it
Thrash about and cry
Then remembered old psalms
"Star Whale,"
He said softly,
Approaching its body,
"Be still, be calmed,"
And he took it in his arms
From the crater
And to the diner
To be embalmed
Greasy
Greasy
Greasy
It mauls the meat, tearing bread and lettuce with its canines; tomato juice drips from the sides of its hands and onto the wrapping paper.
"Easy, easy, easy there," says its new friend in amusement, sliding down into the seat across from it. He dabs the salt from the wounds in the corners of his mouth, an eyebrow raised as if in question. It croons animalistically in response.
Gulping down the last of its meal, it slaps the napkin between its hands until it considers itself clean — the two sit in silence, and their eyes meet.
It speaks:
Two figures stand apart
Twins, or lovers, or whatever—
They are made of the same stardust
She chooses an hour they were not so far
But their time together is severed
It's something like watching comets combust
If moments could be separated physically
And you could walk into the past at any point
Would you sneak into the back rooms of your own eternity
And find yourself, or anyone you wanted,
Unspoilt?
Different beings occupy the same sphere
One is made of dust, the other is light
The columns of creation spread forward
"I want a new world," said the light, and it departed there
"But I'll miss your warmth," said the dust, facing towards night
The volume increases upward
If the maze of time unraveled before you
And the centerfold, laid bare, could be climbed within
Would you enter there too?
Or would you stay alone, above, without?
Their lives, then
Could be inferred as this:
A series of long divisions,
When there was Her, and there was It
It stood atop a golden chair
It wore chains and smelt of burnt hair
As harmless as it was,
It looked far larger in the waxing sun
She sat upon a cold and lonely pyre
Her eyes were tired and so was her smile
As late as it was to save face,
She looked forward to the coming days
In the mirror, they look to each other
And shake hands, then exchange places
To her chagrin, but to its druther
Between twin scars, it takes spades to see aces
Their lives could be inferred as this:
Two lost stars
Found in dreams, lost in mist
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