Suppose
by Thomas Piekarski
The surrounding crystalline air
suddenly detonates,
Unexpected destiny slaps you
across your puzzled face,
Documented crimes profuse
as astrological truths,
Moon obscured in the haze,
you’re all alone,
Unicorns sprout up, announce
they’ll trounce hate,
Light boomerangs and sizzles
as your stomach growls,
Every breath’s a measurement
of time already spent,
Solstices beget solace and minds
bubble in formaldehyde,
Magic proliferates, world aflame,
your passion hits overdrive,
Immaculate dreams swirl and spin
in the infinite data stream,
Grossly fragmented, you crave
reintegration,
An unflappable clown is crowned
king of creation.
suddenly detonates,
Unexpected destiny slaps you
across your puzzled face,
Documented crimes profuse
as astrological truths,
Moon obscured in the haze,
you’re all alone,
Unicorns sprout up, announce
they’ll trounce hate,
Light boomerangs and sizzles
as your stomach growls,
Every breath’s a measurement
of time already spent,
Solstices beget solace and minds
bubble in formaldehyde,
Magic proliferates, world aflame,
your passion hits overdrive,
Immaculate dreams swirl and spin
in the infinite data stream,
Grossly fragmented, you crave
reintegration,
An unflappable clown is crowned
king of creation.
Thomas Piekarski is a former editor of the California State Poetry Quarterly. His poetry has appeared in such publications as The Journal, Poetry Salzburg, Modern Literature, The Museum of Americana, South African Literary Journal, and Home Planet News. His books of poetry are Ballad of Billy the Kid, Monterey Bay Adventures, Mercurial World, and Aurora California.