Dead Light12-28-11Dead Light
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The stars we see every night are not the stars as they stand. The image
has to travel across the abyss of space, billions and billions, trillions even, of
miles. When light's speed is factored into the equation, one can understand that
the light interpreted as stars may not even be there anymore.
Once, I was sure the stars were all there, around me and shining. I had favorite
constellations, all of my own creation. Bright spots, caught my eye and held them
tightly, all of them casting the illusion that the light was there and the light was real.
I had no idea that with all this light around me there was the threat of it ending, the
possibility that many of my dearest bright spots and connect-the-dot shapes were
One particular constellation, Fecit Furtivum, shone quit brightly for a few
years, but now, I see it has definitely burnt out. It used to dissapear for weeks at a
time, then would come back in full luster, teasing me into thinking it was something
The Cuttlefish Behind the WallWhat was I doing in Space? Not just regular outer-space, but this place, Space, where they had sent men into the atmosphere in years past. Where those very men send their kids to play astronaut for the Summer. Where the buildings are pink and blue, and your nostrils sting from salt-and-fallout-laden winds.The Cuttlefish Behind the Wall
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I walk to the shore, where I was called, and sat down on a bed on the beach. Soon enough, a pretty cephalopod crawled up and sat next to me.
Not too close, mind you. There were at least two salmon-lengths between us.
She was one I'd seen before. The history suggested this would be a disaster, but I've been more headstrong about more certain doom than this and have come out on top, so I proceeded.
She lolled about out in front where anyone could see her. She said, "Come closer, you look like fun."
So I did.
I danced (quite horribly, I'll admit) with her, but neither of us cared too much.
She grabbed my arm, pulled me into a toy store, then she pulled me onto her roof, and I could have
Jack's Nostalgia Stone: The Song He SingsA clown, a juggler, an acrobat,Jack's Nostalgia Stone: The Song He Sings
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A small family of chimpanzees,
oh, you shoulda seen 'er,
a pony, a dog, and me.
We danced for all the people there,
in fields, at festivals, in bars.
We knew we had found
a true one-horse town,
but at least that horse was ours.
I wrote sixty songs to which she loved to dance,
I taught the pony, dog, and apes how to play.
"Oh, those beasts are so clever!,"
but in that she never
thought to look my way.
The clown spoke to me in his mushy, drunk voice;
"I know how you pine for the lass,
but the plain, simple facts is
she awful distracted."
And then he passed out in the grass.
The troupe, we lived in a cave a while,
crafting our wildest dreams out of mud.
We were up to our ears
in our own sweat and tears,
and there was never a shortage of blood.
We'd fill our dreams with helium and set them adrift
so we'd never know if they were dead.
The clown got so low,
that he turned into dough,
and when I left he baked right into bread.
The juggler and the a