even sunstruck the ribs rise
from Bennelong Point like Arthur C.
Clarke’s black slab
I storm the frets, stopping
only to whirl when your aperture’s
cocked at my spine
this hair’s a tornado
of sand ridiculous, you needle,
a blond gothic
no licks of laughter
(Father, Son, Ghost shedding Prozac)
my Scorpio sting: fuck off, Madame Acronym
§
the ticket snakes
on knotted
wood shoved between twin beds
once
we had no need
for such arpeggiated space
dulled, you insult
in my headphones: ‘Other
Voices’, ‘A Reflection’, ‘Grinding Halt’
Fender grey,
a sea gull pummels crossbows
on the pane
§
three four five
raven finished
casts embark Dry Ice
I’m more cleft
(no line break)
than that acoustic-electric
presented by my Daddy
in stunting aisles minors gravedigger-
dance and mew
the lovecatsss …
a crèche of stars
weeps plasma at the mutilated
placard of the Harbour
© Stuart Barnes
Appeared in Cordite, 2012 and Assaracus: A Journal of Gay Poetry (USA), 2013
On May 31, 2011 The Cure played one of two ‘Reflections’ shows—its first three LPs (Three Imaginary Boys, Seventeen Seconds, Faith) in their entirety, and a 14-track encore; ‘The Lovecats’ closed both performances—at the Sydney Opera House’s Concert Hall.
What a night; what a poem!
Michele, it was an incredible night; many thanks for yr kind words!
Brilliant. The end “explodes into meaning.”
Thank you Charles for your comment. Glad U enjoyed Reflections. Zeina
hi Charles, great to hear from you, thanks for reading!
What inspired this?
Tokoni Uti
http://Www.insanitybeautiful.wordpress.com
Hi Tokoni, I have attached a note by the poet U see the poem, explaining the inspiration behind Reflections. Here it is again:
On May 31, 2011 The Cure played one of two ‘Reflections’ shows—its first three LPs (Three Imaginary Boys, Seventeen Seconds, Faith) in their entirety, and a 14-track encore; ‘The Lovecats’ closed both performances—at the Sydney Opera House’s Concert Hall.
hi Tokoni, thanks for writing, i hope Zeina’s comment helped to explain.