the ugly writers

White Lightning

White Lightning

 

Stunning white light

tracing the veins

in my tired eyes

in my blinking brain

flashing jaggedy vertical/horizontal

the roots of an old tree

tree of knowledge perhaps

or rather the knowledge of good and evil

or the temptation of evil, that is

or the snake behind Adam’s leaf

lined like an open hand

that Eve will bite.

 

I watch the storm

transfixed

white shapes impressing the retina

fading soon but remaining somehow

charging lightning fast through the system

eye to brain

then beyond, then gone

like the first time

I drank moonshine

I did squawk

what else?

like the first before

I saw you

giving me the shock I needed

To jump start my heart

To boom and roar.