LUKE SKYWALKER: a pome by dragonboy 56
potent and rich
with the light weighted screeching love
of a billion seagulls. you are.
and you are also braver than you’ll ever know,
but glimpse, one day, you might, no, you will
see, the expanding and contracting cosmos
within your every minute orofice.
because, not only are you stronger and swifter
than Luke Skywalker
your every molecular structure now pulses
as an eternally glowing light saber.
and furthermore the death-star, existing dimensionally parallel
to the decisions you make on a daily basis, cannot
and will not ever be destroyed, not in the big screen bonanza
George lucian pop pop, bam bam, big boom blow up way,
but by the very fact that you hone the point
of your mind to such a sharpness
that you can invite Darth Vaadar to your house for tea
there is a wisdom in the in between features
that pours forth renewing brain butter
like plankton through the teeth of the baleen whale.
a lilting melody who’s volume can only be perceived
through the sparkling due drops
that pop on the surface of your awakening mind.
like the first time you took lsd.
as big as the underground moth of your
childhood nightlight circus charade crusader camp.
all you have to do
is close your eyes, open your heart