Parallel Lines

By Poetry Team

The scientist John Lilly said that The Library of Congress contains writings by Sigmund Freud on Cocaine that will never see the light of day.

 

 

Euclid wrote that parallel lines meet at infinity.

Acute pleasure converges

At that vanishing point

For idle youth

Who chug beer, drop pills, smoke a joint.

They are dumb to make hypotyposes

Of scintillas of Peru that fly up their noses.

 

Campesinos pluck the leaves

With the infinitesimal care of ants.

Pistoleros in the barrios snort and shoot

While The Policia shit their pants –

Because the powder is adored by US Conk-quistadors

Our First World yobs never notice or know

The microscopic piezo-luminescent glow

From chopping the blow.

Little-by-little the storm that strikes the heart grows –

It is for them the lightning tolls.

Still, the habit in Belfast grows

Like a DeLorean

Doing the white lines in the road.

 

~ Eamonn Stewart

 

Eamonn Stewart was born in Belfast, Northern Ireland in 1964.  He trained as an advertising photographer and motion-picture camera operator, and studied Film History at The University of East London.  He is presently working pro bono as DOP on student/indie films.

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Literature.Oct 1, 2013

Parallel Lines

“Still, the habit in Belfast grows/ Like a DeLorean/ Doing the white lines in the road.” Poem of the Week (October 1), by Eamonn Stewart.

By Poetry Team