Charles A. Perrone
Bio Note: After a forty year absence to pursue an academic career, I have returned to the preferred environs of Santa Cruz, CA (where I went to college) to enjoy retirement between the sands and the redwoods. My critical work, translations and poetry have appeared in print in the USA, Canada, UK, Spain, Mexico, and Brazi; and in virtual domains in all those places and more. See especially moriapoetry.com for lyric items.
Heard and Word
What I thought I heard the singer singing was I don’t know if the sky’s becoming blue comes from God or if the color that makes the day blue might come from your eyes. That, I really did feel, was truly a romantic expression of wonder. But I could not help adding that I remain skeptical. For how do I know if the supposed supreme being cited even exists? Or if the perception of celestial azure is not just another optical illusion? Perchance the very blueness of the heavens itself constitutes the divine. And the reflections of admired vision may be just a form of diversion. In any case, we might all remain less restive if songs simply did not prompt such divination.
This old hot tub of an existence just will not do The precarious entrance over an ever slippery edge preview of an equally edgy exit The tricolor illumination that diverts instead of making something clear The forced heat of a hundred degrees yet small fractions of action angles A filtration system that actually defies your above-average intelligence and such plus the jet ski water rushing all about while a cold zephyr arrives to greet you as you decide to get out of the unit to take the electric shock upon touching the prohibited electric panel and shut-off device
©2020 Charles A. Perrone
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