a deictic triptych
I.
look that way suggests clouds of doubt precipitate lyric I/you catastrophes in lavender
tirades whisper songs of nature’s obvious secrets beads of prismy drops clinging
spider webs under that old bleak magic called cumulo-nimble travel high higher
it goes without slaying until your tryst fund loses interest and my weeping ebbs
II.
look that way suggests a new paradigm a bevy of thought experiments
may I call you Neils and Albert now is fine but which way was remember and which way will be project
on one night stand or one night seat and discover something the existence of which is in doubt
to the last still able of recorded crime heating to incandescence in the bow wave of a rogue blue giant
III.
look that way loosens chthonic chills tendrils touch so light so soft on an outer epidermis
already losing ergs to airlessness escaping with grace and stealth far o far to a more distant Zanzibar
in the dark reaches between galactic clusters like a translucent finger lighting fools the way to lone companionship
within eternal frozen nests of that deepest vacuum foam hissing in silence within within
John Marvin is an 84-year-old cardiac and cancer patient who still feels young. He has had over 200 poems published and received 6 Pushcart nominations. He likes to work on the fringes and in the borderlands between art and science. He loves his dog, Hugo