SOMEWHERE THE NEON SINGS YOUR NAME
Somewhere the neon sings your name...
The lovers are building a nuclear warhead
Their love is that fearful
They asked me to grace their nuclear warhead building project
with a poem
I told them that it was hard for me to empathize
with nuclear warheads, that i knew nothing really
nice about any of them
I guess I disappointed those lovers
They never return my calls anymore
Maybe it's okay that they don't
There are a lot of other poets in town
If they really want their nuclear warhead building project
to be blessed by a poetic invocation
they can find someone, no doubt,
who can find a way to empathize with such objects.
Hallmark I believe just came out with a card
addressing the state of things in Washington and North Korea
and Iraq
I think it sang something like this
Dear lover, as the bomb begins to fall
Know that my heart will always be on call
As the radiation calls on you to dance
Know that my heart will always give you one more chance
Not bad, for Hallmark.Not bad at all.
Late last night, a cutting edge commentator
claimed that Somewhere The Neon Sings Your Name.
I have no valid reason whatsoever to doubt this cutting edge
commentator. I decided to go outside and get some exercise.
I looked for some kind of neon that would sing my name.
I didn't see any, yet.
Maybe it's only in that part of the world
that the cutting edge commentator is commenting from.
Maybe soon the neon will sing our name right here
in this city.
Dear lover, as all those bombs begin to fall
Know that my heart will always be on call...
Sometimes I wish I had written that.
Sometimes. Not always,though.
Duct tape and anything else you can find,honey.
Walk alongside me tonight in this very insecure weather
we seem to be having.
Somewhere something, if not neon, will sing our name.
Somewhere indeed.
---Scott
Wannberg 2/16/03
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