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Static for a Lonely Island (I3 - I4)
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3
 1
 
 
Time elapses all too fast,
 2
but it might as well not pass
 3
at all.
 4
My dear compass
 5
will remain aghast in space;
 6
its illuminated cityscape
 7
is a mesmerizing toxin.
 8
 
 
My inner filaments wane,
 9
obscurity annihilates all introspection.
 10
I have no choice but to accelerate my pace,
 11
in defiance of all reason.
 12
 
 
I keep to this perimeter,
 13
this bright and whitened pavement.
 14
I dare not walk on city streets,
 15
I tread the kind periphery
 16
once neighbor to open-air markets.
 17
 
 
Optimism refines my senses,
 18
the smell of produce leads my stomach-
 19
now the epicenter
 20
of cognitive processes-
 21
to the tidiest marketplace,
 22
clad in red and white striped drapes
 23
shielding rotten vegetables and fruits
 24
from the freshest moonlight.
 25
 
 
I walk from stand to stand
 26
hoping to find some kind
 27
of edible life.
 28
I pace to the sidewalk,
 29
around I turn and see
 30
a batch of moonlit tangerines.
 31
Blessed gapes in drapes
 32
can bring life to dead fruits
 33
and thus fruits
 34
to the life that is me.
 35
 
 
A cheerful gait brings tangerines to my hands
 36
much quicker
 37
and thumbnails bring tangerines to my mouth
 38
bare and sweet.
 39
I thank you,
 40
scrumptious tangerines;
 41
sight, tact, taste and smell
 42
are one.
 43
You tweak, refine, augment
 44
and bring to me divine audition;
 45
whispers are hearty guffaws
 46
and footsteps, wailing sirens.
 47
 
 
One, two, three tangerines
 48
and their torn skins on the floor-
 49
remembering,
 50
.
 51
looking in my mother’s eyes-
 52
my reflection,
 53
a salient tangerine
 54
held between my hands.
 55
 
 
Possessed by sneezes and sniffles,
 56
she said she’d be all right,
 57
she told me any citrus fruit
 58
would heal her soul just fine.
 59
 
 
I used to sell lemonade
 60
for only half a dollar,
 61
and for quarter on hot days.
 62
 
 
I used to drench my earnings
 63
in a dream.
 64
Without fail, I’d bring her tangerines
 65
the days she’d look most frail.
 66
 
 
I used to be young,
 67
unaware that lemons
 68
are also citrus fruits…
 69
 
 
I remember you,
 70
decrepit woman,
 71
made of twigs
 72
and leaves of grass.
 73
 
 
I remember sirens-
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and a tangerine,
 75
a thud,
 76
beside my feet.
 77
 
 
I hear steps,
 78
foot-
 79
steps-
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foot-
 81
steps-
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a madman’s cackling,
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a killer’s straggling industry:
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crackling grass,
 85
crackling street,
 86
crackling twigs and leaves.
 87
 
 
4
 88
 
 
About face!
 89
The wraiths are quick to assimilate
 90
this dire situation
 91
and brings this Demon’s fervent charge
 92
to pure humiliation.
 93
My sugary thumbs
 94
were quick to lunge
 95
through this Demon’s tainted eyes ,
 96
my racing heart,
 97
quick to surmise
 98
the shame my iron thumbs impart
 99
upon no one
 100
but myself.
 101
 
 
And oh!
 102
For you I did not have to wait long,
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blistering scream,
 104
foul volition,
 105
vile initiative of beasts,
 106
thumbs possessed
 107
by lunacy-
 108
how I hate you!
 109
Sweet and bloodied thumbs,
 110
who were you,
 111
to do away with sanity?
 112
And what of me?
 113
What life responsible for death
 114
is worthy of continuation?
 115
What lunacy shall bring to me
 116
the fruits of sound redemption?
 117
Not you, black tangerines,
 118
you are sweet but not sound
 119
and I must find it loud
 120
on the run,
 121
through these unfurnished streets.
 122

22 Mar 07


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