07-27-2013, 02:32 PM
Moments before cones stop polarizing color
sofas and CD racks hover lonely atop impotent sunlight.
But they're just slow thinkers in this twilight:
I videoed my flat screen, 7 to 9pm,
and discover it wobbling about, babbling to a vase.
Outside, what light that lingers orbits street lamps:
orbs of unstable fissile material,
or colonies of impatient fireflies, instantly whizzing away
after I impact glass with my baseball bat.
I make nervous ellipses about this ageing dimension.
One mindless flick will zoom electricity in to kill the twilight:
a late 19th century murderer, flashing like a peacock,
threatening hostages with Maxwell's fluorescent hammer.
I lust for the time before Orsted,
when lives broke sun-up/sun-down,
candles churned out intellectual endeavors,
and society didn't mainline alternating current.
sofas and CD racks hover lonely atop impotent sunlight.
But they're just slow thinkers in this twilight:
I videoed my flat screen, 7 to 9pm,
and discover it wobbling about, babbling to a vase.
Outside, what light that lingers orbits street lamps:
orbs of unstable fissile material,
or colonies of impatient fireflies, instantly whizzing away
after I impact glass with my baseball bat.
I make nervous ellipses about this ageing dimension.
One mindless flick will zoom electricity in to kill the twilight:
a late 19th century murderer, flashing like a peacock,
threatening hostages with Maxwell's fluorescent hammer.
I lust for the time before Orsted,
when lives broke sun-up/sun-down,
candles churned out intellectual endeavors,
and society didn't mainline alternating current.