Greetings from...the Road to Nowhere

Greetings from...the Road to Nowhere

Saturday, January 1, 2011

BC Woman

by Paul Vincent Andrews

When she first arrived upon the scene

before the loquaciousness of the crowd
before raspy metal machine music
before the bone yards of fallen empires
before Gods
before I

her feet must have felt strange
planted in the hot arid sand

her eyes compelled to focus
on distant green lights of ancient
phosphorescent plankton
dancing on the rim
of a purple sea

did those green lights spell hope

Or, did she look upon this stage
as the worm devours it’s love the rose

the scrubland behind her
harboring megafauna
with bored opaque eyes

looking down with machinations
of the potential of the rock
next to her

as she skipped
the smaller disc shaped
stones in the sea

the first numbers

I imagine she turned
and looked back

hard eyes squinted
hungry, and fixated
upon the small furtive
creatures dancing
beside still pools

1 comment:

  1. didn't know if you were referring to B.C. woman...or a woman from Boston College (perhaps)...

    ? i don't know either so...i think of green lights when i press the accelerator...i think of lanterns when creatures dance...i don't see water anymore when i'm playing pool...i see distant dangers (in every fool)...

    but then again, worms keep dancin' (more like me), uncoiling and shamelessly, and less like P or O Or R...more like poorly, a guitar in a case that sits in a hallway...

    no no no...i don't imagine any women anymore...i simply convince my self that i'm not really a whore; and that i'm just bored by conviction and have nothing to fight for...