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Friday, Sept. 25, 2009 - 10:16 a.m.

This is Your Pilot Speaking
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Every September
around this time
there appears
out of nowhere
a silent swarm of
tiny tiny tiny gnats
attracted to the warm bright glare
of my studio desk lamp
shining brightly into the murky darkness
of out thereism

I am up late alone
and so are they in congress

the cloud of them
somehow filters through the window
and gets inside the room
inside and boils over mid air
in furious silence
as a supernatural ball
of teeming conscious life

The sphere of gnats
floats towards to the light
and happily, wildly,
in obvious delight
fly at each other
ever inwards
respectfully, delicately
again and again
and again and again
moshing all the way

hundreds of tiny united gnat couples
fall down out of formation
and onto my desk,
or drawing or book
or piece of toast
to finish off their primal yum spasms
to a joyful conclusion
and, still in divine joyful unity
crawl off to some tiny dark crevice
to I dunno...
exchange email addresses
give each other neck rubs


for an hour after midnight
its a micro dot flying
disco casino rave in here
that has probably been going on
for millions of Septembers'
probably long before
there even were Septembers to count by
likely long before the world
was broken up into seasons
while the rhythm of day & night
was still a fresh idea in this world

Beneath the warm glare of my lamp
I can see dozens of gnat couples
loving each other tenderly
perched on pencils'
humping on my camera recharger
getting down on a glue stick
answering a booty call on a DVD sleeve
love
love
love
they indeed love each other
and are very much delighted
in the close company of other gnats

but lets face it-
only a gnat can love a gnat
the magic stops at the species line

menace me
with your flying lust Luffwaffe
boink on
pinprick sized
Moms & Dads of tomorrow
boink on
keepers of the gnat faith
boink on
tender lovers of the night
deeply emeshed
in their private romances
hearts full of
appreciation and dreams
as I like to imagine
I am when
my flight is cleared for take off

Boink on-
boink on-
boink on -

I return to my desk this morning
& see littered on the desktop
the corpses of
1000 dead gnats'
many still co axiled together
having left this life
in a wave of brave affection
unzipped from their earthy bodies
so that their worthy gnat souls
could enter heaven at dawn
having tasted love & honour
in the glory of the light
from a single lightbulb

 

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