Elon G. Eidenier
Charred Reflections # 1
When your mind escapes listen to the Bulbul. Song
is what horses do when they die. Where goes loneness?
How grow wings? Never aim a blow torch at questions.
When eating tangible materials while undertaking extraterrestrial
explorations there is no straight forward. Only a snowball’s
chance a crooked truth turns to beauty. Hang on every
word ‘til crows come. What is a fence to sheep between sheets?
The body skates on political failure. Driven, reason can twist
the mind into chambers of killing. Spend time in a junk
yard, search smashed steel, rub steering wheel knobs, collect
a rabbit’s foot. Few wait at boundaries escaping. Trade the
expected word. Feel the swish of scythe as it glides a
steely glimmer. In immense ignorance embrace the enormous
sensorium. Think of the seepage when the orange sun collides
with a dredging vessel & leaves an ocean stain.
Where is my typewriter?
Letters in a vast sea dotted by tiny islands. Would you like
to be the one to speak a language for the last time?