← v1n1, Spring 2002
Poetry · Volume 1, Number 1

Black Light (II)

He thought almost everything in the Sixties

Looked better under black light

Certainly his shitty room with its posters

Announcing the bending of consciousness almost

Beyond consciousness & the many deities

Of rock 'n' roll & he'd sit on the mattress

Stretched across the bare floor & roll her a joint

While pointing out the Tibetan prayer flags

Hung across the alley in his neighbor's window

& the violet dark of the room gave his nakedness

The kind of greenish pallor he'd desired

All of his life as if he were a creature

Her swift & uncomplicated love