April 22, 2015
from Poe’s “Eleonora”
There’s but one pretty way to spell out
my long sentence.
If random luck holds out perhaps
The power, like lightening stabs
down my stance,
I’ll light up Dark dancing static
X Rayed, & loony like on a cartoon.
Man, I’ll be lit up like a mantle
in a lantern soon.
should scare me then.
If I should flinch when I have, by chance
One unscrambled avalanche,
Doled out sure/steady
As an hour old Soulful pillow rain
I’ll miss all this when
The words come,
Spilling these spaces.&
I ain’t nervous of naked undersurfaces