May 29, 2010
Welcome to the first Poetry Saturday here at The Fictioneer! Will it become a regular tradition, along with Pot Luck Theater Fridays, Flog Mondays, and Podcast Wednesdays? Let me know if you like the idea, and maybe we can make it happen! Without further adieu, here’s this week’s inaugural effort:
Call down the righteous thunder,
Ignite the Jiffy Pop in a burst of
Light,
Make us all blink and fidget and back away,
But whatever you think of your place
Upon this ragged Earth, whatever you
Envision for tomorrow
Or the implacability of deep time,
Know that your own lightning crackles
In your head,
Fizzing from brain cell to brain cell,
Creating this reality as you perceive it
Which is after all reality
And causing you to exalt as the
Popcorn kernels
Crunch between your teeth,
Butter melting in the corners of your mouth,
Yestereday only the charred black pieces
Left in the foil tray
That you will not remember
A year from now.
