LEAD GUITARIST CONTEMPLATES THE PERFECT MOMENT WHILE LISTENING TO REMAIN IN LIGHT, SIDE 2, AFTER SIX WEEKS ABROAD
Harold Whit Williams
Could you spot & identify it? Jot it down on your life list?
We all think that we could, with our bleary third eyes
A gunmetal grey arcus cloudbank crawling
& sword-swallowing the filthy megalopolis
You’ve never dared visit a king cheetah
Cruising South African veldt sleek-stalking
Your rib-thin & sickly inner child gazelle
Spring snow melting on a high school lawn
Your oral surgeon’s wallpaper dervish-dancing
The exact second that Ativan dose kicks in
The smell – evoking pignut hickory woodsmoke
Or mother’s cast-iron skillet cornbread or hashish
Crumbled with strong tobacco & smoked in thin-
Rolled cigarettes served with grappa & espresso
Gas fumes huffed at an I-40 Flying J truck stop
Honeysuckle perfume when its stamen is pulled
The feel – vinyl car seats in August the taste –
Warm Budweiser & a neighbor’s Caldo de Res
& lo the heavenly sounds these moments make!
Brian Eno’s Afro-minimalist knob-twiddling
David Byrne’s stork-squawking vocal takes
A hermit thrush singing in midwinter honeybees
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