Some are dark. But their beauty astounds me.

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Thursday, April 15, 2010

Pagan Poetry 6 : Thunder

" I have gone to find lightning. Don’t worry about me.”


Ellen Gilchrist "Starcarbon"




There's a storm outside, and the gap between crack and thunder



Crack and thunder, is closing in, is closing in


The rain floods gutters, and makes a great sound on the concrete


On a flat roof, there's a boy leaning against the wall of rain


Aerial held high, calling "come on thunder, come on thunder"






Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul


Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul






It's a monsoon, and the rain lifts lids off cars


Spinning buses like toys, stripping them to chrome


Across the bay, the waves are turning into something else


Picking up fishing boats and spewing them on the shore






The boy is hit, lit up against the sky, like a sign, like a neon sign


And he crumples, drops into the gutter, legs twitching


The flood swells his clothes and delivers him on, delivers him on






Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul


Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul






There's four new colors in the rainbow


An old man's taking polaroids


But all he captures is endless rain, endless rain


He says listen, takes my head and puts my ear to his


And I swear I can hear the sea



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