LONG PLAYING
The just-past-full moon parsed
and dissected by black tree branches
and a screen window open to a taut
Spring chill on this, the earliest Easter
to fall since 1913, to mark when
“our savior” came up quick-fingered
from the distended womb of the earth, and the moon spins in the sky
like an LP at the end of it’s side,
the needle stuck on the lip, clicking.
3 comments:
wow! nice, really nice--the primal yearning for a higher meaning composed in a perfectly stripped-down tableau, esp. on one of them dark-nights-of-the- soul.
never thought of the moon as an old lp, now I will...oh, and btw, it's its...I realize you didn't ask for editorial comments, but I can't help it; it's its!
what are you, clinton? (the original MC, Bill) it's its?
but when yer right, yer right.
parse away!! we're just too all that
to change it! yeah, that's right!!
& how will the young'uns see the moon? as an eternally interchangeable ipod?
& what in god's name is an LP?
i saw it once in a thrift store--it scared the hell out of me!!
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