October 04, 2004

Sestina

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Because there is a fog horn in heaven
Gary Peterson has had trouble sleeping.
“All you ever hear about is the light;
‘It’s so damn bright and fucking alluring…’”
Gary is blind.
“I couldn’t see a thing;”

“I couldn’t see a god dam thing!”
Nothing is perfect, not even in heaven.
The deaf can not hear and the blind are still blind.
Gary’s tired and cranky and he’d rather be sleeping.
“Silence, that would be fucking alluring!
Why would I give a shit about some magical light?”

“Or magnetic light?”
“I just followed the sound… the sound of that thing.”
In moderation many things are alluring:
The fog horn in heaven,
And nights of sex without sleeping.
They say too much of one thing can make you go blind.

“Stevie Wonder is blind!”
“I’d like to listen to Stevie, get fucked up on Bud Light
And spend the day Sleeping…
Hot damn that’d be the thing,
THAT would be heaven!
Are you listening God? Stevie and Bud I find alluring.”

“72 virgins I find alluring!”
“All my life I’ve been blind,
And when I get to heaven
An equal opportunity fog horn has replaced the light!?”
“I’m not so sure about this afterlife thing,
I’d rather be sleeping…”

Gary suffers, his first 14 nights among clouds have been spent without sleeping.
One sound, no matter how alluring,
Becomes tiresome when it’s the only thing.
They say too much of one thing can make you go blind
And if you go blind then you can’t see the light.
“The afterlife isn’t fair,” they say, around campfires in heaven.

“Gary, what is this thing, I hear you haven’t been sleeping?”
God said from high heaven his voice deep and alluring.
“The fog horn for the blind is our latest addition; do you hear the light?”

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Posted by Mike at October 4, 2004 03:27 PM
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so, Gary, Indiana? I kind of almost like that strange analogy... but i'm sure it's a bit off-

Posted by: jw at October 4, 2004 05:08 PM

as i listened i was back in san francisco. fog. the wind coming up off the bay on columbus ave., people stumbling about. i was walking in to vesuvio for a glass of red wine and an evening with kerouac. there is something old in this one. something wild. a bit of tom robbins. a bit of something great.

Posted by: jeff pitcher at October 4, 2004 07:32 PM