Monthly Archives: January 2001

‘A Vision To Find Eternity’

A simple stream-of-consciousness work, I changed only a few words upon reading it aloud. I think I nailed my intent the first time through. I hope the reader can see my intent… it should be obvious as it goes along, and each couplet adds a dimension to that most human of searches. Day of composition unknown; my journal only lists the year.

‘A Vision To Find Eternity’

I had a vision to find eternity

I looked for it in the necks of flaxen-haired beauties,
    rapt in pleasure, soft skin beneath my lips;

I looked for it in spoilt goods of the local florist,
    hanging limply in their vases, pungent, red;

I looked for it in the pulsing beats of the dance floor,
    bodies writhing in closed-eyed ecstasy;

I looked for it in the cheap thrills of alleyway drugs,
    needles in my flesh, dirty clothes on my back;

I looked for it in great, silver buildings of the city,
    rows of hamster-cubes and faceless typists;

I looked for it in the billowy clouds of the sky,
    lazily moving, drifting across the heavens;

I looked for it in lofty Buddhas, high on peaks,
    transcendent, resplendent, oblivious;

I looked for it in bowling alleys and billiard halls,
    fat, greasy men and coiffed, caustic women;

I looked for it in busy highways and byways,
    cars zipping, dripping, gripping the road;

I looked for it in the fallen, white plum blossoms,
    scattered, as they are, across the lawn;

I looked for it in Reader’s Digest and Time-Life Books,
    on pages filled with pictures and words;

I looked for it in cinemas, in the magic silver reels
    on crackling film and dusty projectors;

I looked for it in empty rooms in red-brick mansions,
    no-one home, nothing alive within;

I looked for it in aeroplanes, aloft in heavens blue,
    propeller spinning, wings creaking;

I looked for it in mad poetry muttered in smoky dens,
    bright jazz blaring through loud speakers;

I looked for it in flickering images of computer screens,
    ones and zeros, invisible, invincible;

I looked for it in churches, synagogues, mosques, temples,
    bowing women, chanting men, incense;

I looked for it in crashing waves of violent, midnight seas,
    rocks worn smooth over centuries;

I looked for it in black leather and shining whips,
    flesh on flesh, a symphony of sadism;

I looked for it in the small black telephone books,
    filled with missing friends and lovers;

I looked for it in the giant redwoods, towering above,
    ancient bark, gnarled roots, living permanence;

I looked for it in the shopping malls and swap meets,
    bargain hunters scurrying about;

I looked for it in brilliant tropical sunsets,
    pink and gold and orange and red;

I looked for it in the closed eyelids of final death,
    pale, white skin, silent testament to life;

I looked for it in suburban supermarkets, on long aisles,
    rows of cans and piles of fruit, shiny, fresh;

I looked for it in great ships of the North Atlantic,
    mail and passengers, bound for Europe;

I looked for it in giant purple cocks and heaving breasts,
    wanton orgies of smooth, pink flesh;

I looked for it in silent libraries and crowded bookstores,
    acres of books and miles of magazines;

I looked for it in America, land of the free, home of the brave,
    I looked in her blank eyes and empty heart;

I looked for it inside myself.