Eclipse 1999

I touch the pen of the moon in a solar eclipse. This light will change as love glows through the telescope of a zebras third eye. My heart beats in the mouth of a hippopotamus; outside a merry-go-round is smashed to pieces by a bold one-penny stamp in a frogman’s suit. My jaw aches and I feel the crumbling earth beneath my feet. If I sit down in the chair I may well see the universe revolve around the light bulb. Like a message in a bottle, and who made the bottle, I float across the chlorine clouds in the first radio broadcast from the moon; it hides in the boot of a beetle that hurtles through a mountain at high speed. Is my memory really a memory or is it a green colossus who strikes the bell tower at midnight and pees in the market place where the homeless are assembled. There is a countdown in my mind that scares me because of all the fears of an eclipse turning red in a green sky. I am overweight like a goldfish bowl that has policemen swimming inside it. I dry off the dead cat and laugh a little at the public garden that has rubies hanging from its trees. I dole out my grief to the midges that enjoy the sexual activity that accompanies the tattoo parlours miracle-making. It’s the end of a second and I trip and fall into a crater where I meet Mr Eternity riding the first alluring model from a Parisian catwalk. I walk around with a whole railway sticking out of my belly. The empty coaches are blue inside and midgets play squash with the light bulbs. A telephone was ringing as miles away above the clouds a man in a gorilla suit put the phone down. The postman pulls away my lips from around his letters and thoughtlessly throws them on the ground. The girl from the newspaper shop has lost a lot of blood and her shadow wanders through my apartment without a face, I cannot touch her because of the waterfall dripping down the walls. A rumour was started by an astrologer about how life will change after the millennium; he walks on a red carpet of blood and embers as the night smoothly rolls a rose between its fangs and jumps out of the window. Across the daylight, the little children are coming out to play followed by the noisy sound of a farting elephant from the betting shop that has so many bunches of flowers stacked high inside that no one can get inside.
On the day of the eclipse, I will sit inside the café on a hill in Greenwich Park and as darkness covers the earth, I will watch as darkness covers the land I will watch as the armies of heaven march by.
In the days leading up to the eclipse, there was hatred in people’s eyes. People have no time for each other. This morning another argument between neighbours broke out. True love doesn’t escape either. The summer heat causes friction between couples. I’ve seen this on the streets as well. Now it’s raining. All I’ve thought about this week has been death and rejection. I have been in tears more than once. I have felt troubled by the attitudes of the people around me. It’s pointless to try to explain it, but never the less people are seemingly lacking in simple affection.
Above an empty glass a mirage of dark rippling waters, thoughts about the future become falling rafters. A tidal wave of depression becomes a standing rock beside me, so old it seems a valuable possession; it’s no substitute for the evening light dragging its silken night-gown over my head. A couple perched in high chairs in a tree are examining their feelings in the small round hanging mirrors. Three restless teenage girls are fuming in a dark struggle of giggling argument. What shall I do? My friends have not come. I try to pick up my rock of depression and go but I cannot. I sit like a living film that can see itself in a gloomy cinema. I can vaguely make out the cliffs and overhangs of my face surrounding my eyes, I tap my hand to deafening pop music.
August evening, the night before the eclipse.
The power of the heavens will be physically displayed.
Darkness falling during the day.
A work of precision engineering with great power
A work of precise alignment
Engineered with the immense power of the solar system.
Yet another of the amazing experiences of living on our earth.
Where the elements are so well balanced and so well co-ordinated
Yet so well taken for granted as a result of the theory of evolution.
The darkness seems cold and has a weird edge to it.
Or I have a strange feeling, buoyant yet nervous.
That small distant moon will block out the sunlight.
A great stretch of the earth will be in darkness
Demonstrating how vast and powerful the planets are
Yet we experience them only occasionally in our lifetimes
And assume that life carries on as always.

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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