Friday, October 21, 2022

Poem for Friday and Imaginature Trail

Language of the Moon
By Major Jackson

As a child I wanted as many letters
in my bloodstream as the planet Mercury
would allow and so traveled the city
on buses late afternoons and read all the billboards
high above the streets and byways,
on sides of factories and churches and never
heard the sermons of the displaced
or blustery talk of founding fathers, and saddened
when a route snaked through long tunnels,
and then eased when reemerged
out of the murder of light.

I could feel my veins thicken like the winnings
of a Powerball, and the mystery of women
lounging around a gray-bearded man in a silk
smoking jacket drinking a tumbler of cognac
was like the easeful glide of a narcotic dream.
My mouth puckered whenever lemon-colored
arches appeared five stories above the city
like golden gates to an unforeseen heaven.

As a rule, I never glanced at other commuters
or curators in loosened ties and tuxedos
who clutched brown-papered bottles
and nodded to a stillness as though murdered in a film.
Instead, I glimpsed myself looking out a window,
awed by Cartier timepieces and luxury cars
that asked was I hungry for speed
or ordered me to let my body drive.

I ate advertisements like sea waves eating a coastline,
and though my sense of self was as bruised as a moldy peach,
I learned to infrared my longings from the inside
and to tally my suspicions from a distance, and now,
when I read a newspaper, I flutter like a sparrow
at a birdfeeder, and when language spills out
of my skull like a massive cruise ship docked
and towering over a line of ramshackle huts
on an island whose blessed poor gaze up
as though a locker of dollars fell at their feet,
my brain closes and my veins burst
as if pollinating the white face of the moon.

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I lost a lot of Thursday morning to reading Liz Truss-lettuce memes, which some days is the best way to deal with the news. Otherwise, I got stuff ready to donate to Vietnam Vets on Friday, did some reading, took two walks in the gorgeous cool weather, and started the new challenges for the Pokemon Go Halloween event.

We watched the Astros beat the Yankees around my Thursday night chat with some back-and-forth to Thursday Night Football, less because we cared about the Saints-Cardinals game than because Amazon had a Taylor Swift video exclusive that I wanted to see before I get Midnights overnight! From Cox Farms, the magical woods walk:

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