Thinking of you Scott Wannberg, and wishing you health. Here is Scott's poem, "shine your everloving light"
Posted by kluciole at 5/18/2009 11:45 PM 
Categories: love, National, Luciole Press, Literature, Health, Writing, Friends, news
Categories: love, National, Luciole Press, Literature, Health, Writing, Friends, news
shine your everloving light
the dark ages are the latest rage
everybody's disappearing into it
one second you believe you hear your name
then the foundation that claimed it lived under you shifts
you keep climbing up those golden stairs
by the time your lunch break comes around it's all covered in dust
adults promise the books they write shall lead the way
but all readers are bound by child labor laws
even determined bowling pins have difficulty
sidestepping perfect strikes
jesus is in every box of cracker jacks
the usher shall shine his everloving light
as you grope in the theater searching for your seat
the sea would like to take it all back
and become a river again
keep your vision small
that way it can bend and not break
shine your dying flashlight
on the ongoing scene of the crime
clarify the debris
find what's left of the garden
the dark ages are a bit cranky this afternoon
they trip over their shoelaces
my impregnable battleship just sprang a vital leak
all hands are way beyond being decked
i'll lay my tired geography quietly down
it's time the mountains came to us
the long, the short
the in-betweens
they all meet on some neutral battlefield
the haves, the most assuredly have-nots
all blend in when your reading glasses fog up
i'll put my wounded feet up on god's desk
relaxing time's arrived
there are plentiful scars on the super models
they all make fine rhythm
shine your change of address
in my eyes' letter
hello, the mute yelled
i've come to name you
i'll reach up and pull your history off my shelf
dust motes will pull our team home
meet me half way on the plains of burning
it's a half-assed band we're becoming
our future requires lots of rehearsal
the dark ages promise us a lucrative contract
but there's fly paper in the equilibrium
the only enemy is fear
i'll mangle you a tune
shine your everloving light
on broke down time
the maimed still have it in them to do hand springs
the big top swears it still has room for us
it doesn't take all that long to fall off the edge
but i'll be your net
just tell me your pulse
my highway will fit your speed
shine your dying light
on my heart's face
let the dance commence
the dark ages swear they mean us no harm
but when it claims this, its nose grows for miles
let the party join in
alone just joined the union
my lost brother just flew in from the void
his sister just cut a very danceable album
the fires will try and singe us
the abyss claims it favors our cut
don't mind it now
let me take you riding
across the mesa of some day soon
the room i intend for you to move into
will fit you despite the uncertainty of your size
hello, the mute said once again
welcome to the soiree
scott
florence,oregon
march 24 2009
Also on Scott's page at Luciole Press: www.luciolepress.com/Scott
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