White Hot Life
Guest Blogger:
Life burns brightest while it is still fighting the dark.
Gary Lee Parker
Sending out sparks of life
light, glowing, spinning in the dark
like a cosmic disco ball, like
white hot arcs of electric night
we turn and twist, rife with
fight, wrestling, struggling to embark,
to flee the killer’s gleaming knife
a tight hot mess of fear in flight
dancing through the stars and strife
right, reeling, grinning in the stark
night, a cosmic joke on all, like
sleight of hand that hides the blight
of us, streaming sparks of life
light, dancing, but an interstellar lark
like a fevered dream, like
trite truth, a hot white knight
hanging onto sparks of life
like, once more unto the breach , might
makes right, and so we write
our right of way through the interstellar night
sending out sparks of life
light streamers reeling through the dark
night, the cosmic dark, and we like
flecks of fleeting passioned light
holding to this disco ball of life
like children terrored by The Patriarch
like a dying dog’s fading light
desperate to hold back the night
desperate to hold back the night
desperate, desperately, desperately
we fight
Special thanks from the MTA to Mr. Parker.