SUMMER NIGHTS

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

 

I am alone

here in the darkness…

 

A single bulb

illuminates a lone figure

on a lounge chair

at 11:52 pm

on the roof

above the City

The midnight hour draws near

and time moves inexorably forward

further into the labyrinth of life

deeper into the mystery

ever closer to death.

The vibration and hum

of the City

hovers all around me

everywhere

like a living

breathing entity…

I am tuned in to

the endless electric flow

and there are many stories to tell…

The high-pitched

squealing and clicking

of bats approaches

from somewhere above

in the ebony night

surreal

dreamlike

the whitish-gray bats

flutter out of the blackness

and into my halo of light

They circle and swoop

erratically

four of five of them

chasing tiny unseen insects

through the night sky

above

Los Angeles

spread across the land

like a

neon supernova

as far as the eye can see

Tiny worlds also

exist all around us

worlds within worlds

layers upon layers

jewels within lotus flowers…

The gifts continue to come to me

and I am always grateful

I slip into a certain state of mind

and fly above

the shimmering City

with the bats

Everything

seems so tiny and unimportant

from up here

chasing insects

The metropolis is sprawled below

like a vast and glowing

blanket of glittering gems-

It sparkles

it deceives

it enchants

filled with

tragedy

seduction

dreams

and nightmares

The wind blows across

the Mojave Desert

and brings with it

the perfumed scents

of a million blooming nightflowers

and the

cold blue moon

high above

seeing all with an

unblinking

indifferent eye

Just a man

sitting on a rooftop

in Hollywood, California

dreaming a million dreams

The wind hisses

through night hills and canyons

and a “great and secret show”

is going on all around me

and I am in it too,

in a starring role, no less-

disembodied voices

ghosts

night creatures lurking

breaking glass

helicopters

sirens

deep bass drums

All of these things

the sounds of the

Los Angeles night

larger than life

and just as terrifying

in its complexity

LA

filled with scandalous intrigues

tiny people

living

tiny lives…

Up here

floating

above myself

I find it all

an amusing aberration

a giant monster

a colossus of

monumental proportions.

I seek a way to rise up

above

this beautiful

hideous

fetid swamp

this quagmire

of broken dreams

and new nightmares

I seek a way

to fly up out of the ashes

like the Phoenix

exploding

into the LA night

like a comet

streaming

upward

further

outward

to the very distant edges

of time and space                                             rising…

and beyond…                        …….rising…

rising……………………………

 

THB3

 

 

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