I think Ive posted this before but Im going to post it again because I think it is pure genius and it makes my brain feel like it is physically opening up and taking a look around. Also it sends electricity down my spine and goosebumps up my arms. I want to be like Derrick Brown someday with my writing. A finger, two dots, then me By Derrick Brown Lying together in the park on Seventh, our backs smoosh grass and I say I will love you till become a child again, when feeding me and bathing me is no longer romantic, but rather necessary. I will I love you till there is no till. Till I die. And when that electroencephalogram shuts down, baby thats when the real lovin kicks in. Forgive me for sounding selfish but I wont be able to wait under the earth for you (albeit a romantic thought for groundhogs, gophers and the gooey worms). I will not be able to wait for you... but I will meet up with you and heres where you will find me: get a pen-- Hold your finger up (two fingers if your hands are frail by now) and count two stars directly to the left of the North American moon. You will find me there. You will find me darting behind amazing quasars Behind flirtatious winks of bright and blasting boom stars! Sometimes charging so far into space the darkness goes blue. I will be there chasing sound waves riding them like two-dollar pony ride horses that have finally broken free and wild. I will be facing backwards, lying sideways, no hands, sidesaddle, sometimes standing sometimes screaming zip zang zowie! My God, its good to be back in space... Where is everybody? You will recognize my voice. You will see the flash of a fire trail burning off the back of me burning like a gasoline comet kerosene sapphire. This is my voice. Dont look for my body or a ghost. Ill resemble more a pilot light than a man now. Im sure some will see this cobalt star white light from earth and cast me a wish like a wonder bomb. And Ill think Hmmph. people still do that? Im sure Ill take the light wonder bombs to the point in the universe where sound does end. The back porch of Gods summer home. Its so quiet here, you float. It feels the way cotton candy tastes. I say to him... why do I call you God? He says Because Grand Poobah sounds ridiculous. (Who knew he was so witty?) I ask him Lord, so many poets have tried to nail it and missed, what is holy? At that moment, the planets begin to spin and awaken and large movie screens appear on Mars, Saturn and Venus each bearing images I have witnessed and over each and every clip flashes the word holy. armadillos--holy magic tricks--holy cows tongues--holy snowballs upside the head--holy clumsy first kisses--holy sneaking into movies--holy your mother teaching you to slow dance the fear returning the fear overcome--holy eating top ramen on upside-down frisbees cause it was either plates or more beer--holy drunk beach cruiser nights--holy the $5.00 you made in vegas and the $450.00 you lost--holy the last time you were nervous holding hands--holy feeling God at a pool hall but not church--holy sleeping during your uncles memorized dinner prayer--holy losing your watch in the waves and all that signifies--holy the day you got to really speak to your father cause the television broke--holy the day your grandmother told you something meaningful cause she was dying--holy the medicine the hope the blood the fear the trust the crush the work the loss the love the test the birth the end the finale the design in the stars is the same in our hearts the design in the stars is the same in our hearts in the rebuilt machinery of our hearts So love, you should know what to look for and exactly where to go... Take your time and dont worry about getting lost. Youll find me. Up there, a finger and two dots away. If youre wondering if Ill still be able to hold you ...I honestly dont know But I do know that I could still fall for a swish of light that comes barreling and cascading towards me. It will resemble your sweet definite hands. The universe will bend. The planets will bow. And I will say Oh, there you are. I been waitin for ya. Now we can go. And the two pilot lights go zoooooooom into the black construction paper night as somewhere else two other lovers lie down on their backs and say What the hell was that?
Posted on: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 01:13:35 +0000
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