Apr 18, 2011

SUZY'S SERENADE


A smile of transistors
began to speak
            of great unity 
in cerulean light, an unreal
harpsichord tinkled
            with lightning. 
To this end
none could be left
             in the gunmetal haze;
the pregnant, stenciled-on
            eyes watched
from the periphery,
            with no need
of clarions.  The baritone
            footfalls
were just as foretold,
            except we
were happy, marching
            into the sea,
our thinking
            done, our suffering.
Like animals,
            at last; all
we wanted & more.
            The static world
left to inherit would greet
            the nova, would be
the tickertape
            of our pyrrhic grin.

2 comments:

Mia said...

whoa..this will make one ponder..Loved it!


Luna


http://lunawitch15.wordpress.com/

Mark said...

Thanks, Mia. Hopefully you aren't pondering, "why does someone post this craziness?"