Turning on the Light and Other Miracles

Dusk drowns sunshine in the Sea of Tranquility

dusk sounds like the bad guy

till in the sunset you see

the brush strokes of the renaissance

repainting the city

reborn in electricity

a street light blinding

offering anyone who dares

stare into into her lair

you’ll lose yourself if you’ll let yourself go there

give yourself up to the dying might of the light

bleeding swaths of silky rays

ablaze upon the city

silvery darkness seen

in the pockets where the light has kissed us good night

now the miracle of Edison

is at the flick of a switch

and God’s opening in Genesis

is at my finger tips.

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6 thoughts on “Turning on the Light and Other Miracles

      1. Kvenna Ráð

        There was a young fellow named Woodward
        Who, if he had but understood, would
        Have held on with Evans.
        But – merciful heavens! –
        He sell out to Edison’s good would.

        [Never let a good rhyme escape a syntactical inversion!]

      2. cottonbombs Post author

        Lesson taken.
        Like bacon
        must be well cooked
        or godforsaken
        humans will notice
        the difference
        between breakfast
        and trichinosis
        and syntax is lax
        as lax as security at LAX
        and the cops are pigs
        and bacon is the kryptonite of terrorists
        and what do you call a Muslim man at the command of an plane?
        A captain.

  1. yourothermotherhere

    “…and God’s opening in Genesis

    is at my finger tips.”

    I kiss my fingertips and blow the kiss in your general direction.

    Reply

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