Another Lighthouse; The Light Keeper

Georges Cunningham

Sand is quite metastable

when put inside a blender

and put inside the sunlight.

The dark, dark sunlight.

Sunlight cannot fill

and empty bathtub full of eels

wriggling to find a habitat.

The dark, dark sunlight

sucks the pain out of plants

and water out of manmade apricots.

Tasty, tasty apricots.

The giant aquatic peaches

smother me. Crushing me.

Suffocate me. Bother me slightly.

The dark, dark sunlight

is filled with rage

waiting for a hapless sole

that needs a soul

to sale on Monday nights

for vegetables and breakfasts.

The dark, dark sunlight

smells of dankness and blackberries

that have been submerged

in electrical wiring that has melted

from the cold.

The dark, dark sunlight

tastes of poison.

Like a cancer, or a blowfish,

living only on the dead

before the living can cascade

into oblivion.

The dark, dark sunlight

feels cold, yet warm,

fuzzy, yet stark

smooth, yet rocky

holey, yet demonic.

It shakes too violently to test it

conclusively.

The dark, dark sunlight

sounds like the night

full of emptiness, despair

fog, erroneous headlights of cars that drive themselves nowhere,

fear, hatred,

and a gentle whine.

The dark, dark sunlight

appears to be a spirit, a specter

an apparition, that casts its white

shadow down

into the cavities of humanity

carefully guiding its hands

to your erogenous zones

ready to fulfill your need for pleasure.

We're all ghosts.

We're all ghosts.

We're all ghosts.

In the dark, dark sunlight

We're all ghosts.

We're all ghosts.

We're all ghosts.

We're all ghosts.

We're all ghosts.

We're all ghosts.

Nocturnes of the wind.

We're all ghosts.

We're all ghosts.

We're all ghosts.

A Shadow in a piano.

We're all ghosts.

We're all ghosts.

We're all ghosts.

Wraiths upon the wreaths.

We're all ghosts.

We're all ghosts.

We're all ghosts.

Gone like the wind

or another organic force.

The floating tone of the final regard.

We're all ghosts.

We're all ghosts.

We're all ghosts.

For the dark, dark sunlight

In the dark, dark, sunlight

Betwixt the dark, dark sunlight.

We're all ghosts.

We're all ghosts.

We're all ghosts.