Anticlimactic?
I feel like this piece needs more work. Deserves more work.
I just can't figure out where to start. So, as always, I post it here, once again possibly restricting its future publishability... or not. Like I know. ...I should actually find these things out.
Whatever. Feedback welcomed.
infinite tape measure
by Kit FitzSimons
it stretches to the horizon
and on through the atmosphere
measuring inches between stars
feet between planets and moons
the yardage of comet tails
and how many meters
there are in a belt
until at not quite last
i've got all the dimensions
and with my little tables filled
with all the star charts proven wrong
and with a wistful wrist-flick
i'll stand here until i die
and my son takes it from me
and his son and son and son and son
and watching yellow flicker black
we'll listen to its fricative zizz
sliding ceaselessly inward
bumping past dusty nebulae
clacking as it straightens
its bent alloy clasp
catching on wormholes
skipping off rings
forever coming back
so that one neverday
in some figment of
zeno's imagination
it will slide home at last
with universal momentum
and snap my infinite-grandson's wrist.
.
I just can't figure out where to start. So, as always, I post it here, once again possibly restricting its future publishability... or not. Like I know. ...I should actually find these things out.
Whatever. Feedback welcomed.
infinite tape measure
by Kit FitzSimons
it stretches to the horizon
and on through the atmosphere
measuring inches between stars
feet between planets and moons
the yardage of comet tails
and how many meters
there are in a belt
until at not quite last
i've got all the dimensions
and with my little tables filled
with all the star charts proven wrong
and with a wistful wrist-flick
i'll stand here until i die
and my son takes it from me
and his son and son and son and son
and watching yellow flicker black
we'll listen to its fricative zizz
sliding ceaselessly inward
bumping past dusty nebulae
clacking as it straightens
its bent alloy clasp
catching on wormholes
skipping off rings
forever coming back
so that one neverday
in some figment of
zeno's imagination
it will slide home at last
with universal momentum
and snap my infinite-grandson's wrist.
.