← v1n1, Spring 2002Poetry · 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
