A space urchin taunts him.
He attempts to run to the other side.
There is no other side.
No up, no under.
There is no yesterday.
No tomorrow.
Only now.
Don’t get technical, whispers Einstein.
The vermeil sun is inescapable.
Can’t you see his wings are singed?
He hops aboard a contumacious asteroid.
Copernicus punches his ticket:
It takes a fraction of a cosmic second
to circumnavigate the celestial orbs.
He discovers the shortest distance between him
and phantom Earth
is an ess curve.
He’s no Luke Skywalker.
Like Byron, he wanders with pedestrian muses,
forsaken and alone in this supernal realm.
He’s his own anthropocentric universe,
his sky the shell of a coruscating duck’s egg.
Lilith gets him through the long icy nights.
He measures his days in light years.
He leaps through the eye of a needle
and somersaults into an entropic infinity,
floats randomly in a confused state of disquiet,
shoots deep into the bosom of Milton’s dim night,
sees worlds as they ought to be, sees
Shelley’s thrilling secrets of the birth of time,
hums a hymn without a tune…
imagines himself an alien note plucked
on the strings of Apollo’s harp,
choking on cosmic dust and gas,
ricocheting off the invisible firmament,
plunging blindly into a delicate Cirrus cloud,
emerging,
arms extended in a clumsy swan dive,
landing with a thwump on the marshy bank
of a bay the Algonquians called Chesapeake,
only a few laughing gulls to greet him.
Regis
Be always safe,
Karen
An excellent word/description gene. Exemplary employment of the English language in this construct - revealing to me, when a person can understand and utilize the shades and hues of specific words, how the tenor of the piece becomes finely tuned like a Masserati.
Richard
Love Always,
Chanti Lace xoxo........sorry I have been so busy..but no worries I would never forget you darlin......
Love,
Eileen
creative comedy my friend -- why are you always so good? -- I believe Albert, who had great sense of humor, would get a chuckle out of this work -- as for Nicklaus, I'm not familiar with his personality -- just some of his work -- peace to you my friend -- thanks for sharing this creation with us -- it is worthy of much comedic praise -- JMW
A pleasure to take this trip with you. I love the way your mind/pen works - you take us to other worlds when this one keeps spinning us around: thank you. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
Newfie hugs, Rose
You give us brilliantly the eponymous Mr Imagination/Mr Everyman poet, scientist and mythological figure in this inspired and inspiring romp, all searching for an identity a home a safe landing...as indeed we are...; just too many good lines to refer to in admiration, they're all good, damn it! but "vermeil sun" is special and "Copernicus punches his ticket" brings a broad smile.
This is great reading.
John
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"