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07
Jun

POEM: On the Observation of Flourescent Lights

ON THE OBSERVATION OF FLUORESCENT LIGHTS

Twelve times wider than long, ten nodes
rowed, bands of blue or yellow, burn
bruise and cadaver emanation, rumination,
stimulation, cold. Icy cracking no-nude
chiaroscuro dusted grain on skin.

Look into, past the fluorescent lights,
look through the sack whacking the red vinyl seat,
THUNK! The bearded suit mute with ultra color
shudder finger too much after shave.

Look into, beyond the fluorescent light.
See! That rectangle is a woman and that
insect is her face, and you forgot her,
are forgetting her, painted in chair, in
light, in sound, in pale.

Like the conductor, his navy hat
half cocked jauntily absorbing light, the
shine in his chin refracting density,
clicking, ticking, taking ticket in hand
Ka KINK, Ka KINK, RIIIIIP!!!

Which is why I can’t hypnotize myself
and why I have 75 cents until bank,
blowing out air through rail car line connector passageway gasket.

Observe the fluorescence secured
in tandem fix, architecture to bulkhead,
geometric in rows,
rows aisled in dames,
molecules illuminated by heat elements,
by dates, by modules, by waves,
by Radioactive Death Cracker Squares.

This fixture will explain to you why in 1935
Ginger Rogers has never posed in the nude and
why that this train which contains no nudity (but perhaps modesty,
bald head, laptop, novel, newspaper and bagel, jacket, hat and coffee).

Fluorescent lights are never red.
There’s dirt in these here fixtures, micro
insects clustered in flakes.

7:03 TRAIN TO NEW HAVEN

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