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Jeffrey Lucas Poem
“Let’s go,” I say, “before I can no longer imagine Sisyphus happy.”
I take you from the desolate ruins of your own doing and imagination... before the unfolding days collapse into a single moment.
You’re right there, where I expect to find you, seated in a chair of spite, bliss, contentment and contempt - smushed together like pulp and juxtaposed like a string of contradictions. You have no qualms with it; your destiny is sealed; you come with me anyway, because I can get to you: raging Himalayan rock; bodies tearing space; face against the glass behind a roaring engine.
This is it. That ghost you prayed to for so long has finally come... He’s here! He’s taking you up on your wish, and I can’t let you go with him! You will not go gentle into that ****ed up night!!!!!! Your place is here with me, because I’ve lost all-too-many before. Because we’re in this together and you have no right to leave.
I take hold of you and we’re gone, before it all happens, before you break your promise....before you leave me with this rock and this vertical ledge; before my heart breaks and I can no longer smile at the gods who condemned me.
....but this is hopeless. I realize the dream...and so we fall...further and further...until neither all is lost nor forgotten... but never was.
Copyright © Jeffrey Lucas | Year Posted 2014
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Jeffrey Lucas Poem
Do you feel...my boyish daydreams?
The cries of a collapsing brain;
the melting, smoking images that linger as they cinder, flare and sing
back to the night.
All those noisy things, as they stand,
quiet themselves in a moment..and the red curtain parts...
I say, take that brush and paint me in all that is you;
bathe and yoke me in all that you are.
Because love is a blanket mess, sticky and sapped in uproar and whispers;
because lovers inherit each other’s hell, I’ll flounder in yours;
I writhe for you, and that ardent core inside,
but you know this, as a reflection knows itself.
When all that is celestial feels its decline, and the spheres cry into that cold space,
we can stand, laughing hand in hand, at the precipice of all things,
throwing peddles and blowing kisses.
Copyright © Jeffrey Lucas | Year Posted 2014
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Jeffrey Lucas Poem
Bastard city; blinking, beeping lights;
streets in red-glare fog, morning ’til dawn,
like billowing smoke in glass;
mobile telephone pigs in cheap stiletto
heels, raging in stolen electric wheelchairs.
Elderly bark with canes at zooming boxes,
coming together and pulling apart.
Strong, shrunken head, lunatic population.
Bridges in a winding carousel smile.
Brain-phone, tablet-pad wedding; myriad
screen honeymoon; avatar conception.
Breathe white noise; befriend talking heads;
suck on digital prophets; heavenly serene
keystroke copulations across oceans of madness
and continents of insanity.
Copyright © Jeffrey Lucas | Year Posted 2014
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