Extremely Large South American Telescope

Extremely Large South American Telescope

A Poem by Alex J

There’s a small party outside,

in my own yard I scraped clean


and pulled up the yellow weeds

to make room      for disbelief.

Stars, the quiet deer, the approaching


discovery of how even disappointment,

like the night, has a way of disappearing.


Without effort she materializes and

pop pop pops like atoms     in and out

of existence, accelerating her particles,


jamming up the machinery     while

meanwhile the phone continues


its nagging     of how real creation

is insistent upon loss, be it in dreams


or otherwise     when just in recent

memory or in the near future

we spoke at length about the new house


where we paint our expensive

bodies     in fine Chilean artistry

© 2019 Alex J

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Added on April 21, 2019
Last Updated on April 21, 2019

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