New Silver Age   A Liquid Blue Mirror Just Fell Off Your Lips   This Instant Hotel Tropica         NEW SILVER AGE © Jack Energy     Frost in late Fall on a back yard garden.   The neon morning blue light causes my eye veins   to constrict as I look out the kitchen   window. The coffee pot's breathy gurgle is   crescendoing in the background.     The back yard is cool and moist, waking   my skin and eyes. Kites and bright yellow and   orange tent walls flash by on a silver day   after rain. Also a few strobes of being in a large   ski vest of that material, then back to a warm sweater.   I notice a large plane wing sticking   proudly out of the ground in the far right   side by two old trees. It is silver and slightly   corrugated like the Spirit of St. Louis.   An exaggerated robot shark fin, the ground snug   around it like it's been there since the   summer of the Bicentennial year. I brush my hand   over its charged cold smoothness.   Ghost Flash Movies.     Briefly while in my car in early evening   during an electrical storm with heavy rain there is   silver. My energy and my cars cold energy   are all known in one mammoth x-ray punch,   while the radio makes a miniature splash   explosion of static.     Silver skeletons and elephants behind an   ice blue sky. Silver-filled father's eyes, head back   slow. He's smiling. Three metallic discs   fly over the house. Silver beads shake into palms   by an incensed temple.     Leaded Moon ice chains on shadow-colored   idol plaster grin in children's dreams of   intricate white metal carriage wheels,   apples, warm green yards. Snow coal Moon beach   where frozen vapor sheets lie still. Stones   shudder as old souls ricochet off their drum   farther, deeper into space.         A LIQUID BLUE MIRROR JUST FELL OFF YOUR LIPS © Jack Energy     You were standing in my living room at a party and you were in a   Slow Motion Movement caving in to your own laughter. Your hair was   wavy and 'up' , sort of early '60's. The hair and your pure skin glow made   you look like a young Sally Fields. Your eyes said to us, "Surprise, you're alive!"     A small blue mirror appeared suddenly then melted and leaped from your mouth.   I saw it! I guess everybody here was feeling the same.     As I got up from the couch I noticed that every dark edge or corner   was becoming a Rainbow Flash Asterisk. An unbelievable connecting   musical score was subtly flowing past my ears as Paul and I followed you   into the humid, moonlit backyard. Paul looked up with one eye sort of   raised, lips turned down snuggly around a fresh cigarette. He directed a   peaceful nod at me just before he lit it. In the brief orange flash of his   lighter I turned slightly and looked at you. You were still smiling, eyes   falling closed and you were mouthing a very long, "Oh Wow!!!"     Nodding rhythmically you said, "I am feeling the size and speed of   Jets in my Head Space. God... God..."     "Cool", I said in a lower tone and more drawn out.     "Give me some more of that", said Paul as he subtly brought   attention to himself by waving his hands and flexing his fingers in front of   his face.     You said, "Ooohhh, the moon looks really cool."       THIS INSTANT HOTEL TROPICA © Jack Energy     Right now I am parting the fan-like branches of several large plants at one side of the lobby I woke up totally refreshed and I'm pretending to be the kid-in-a-coconut-shell-tiger-costume Running, clanking, sneaking... Across the room I see a guy down from down the hall He looks like Clark Kent, only with sunken cheeks from the lack of many teeth He is looking up from his morning paper and coffee He is wearing an ice-frosted glass derby He says it alleviates his toothache pain As I move toward the back of the Hotel I pass through a small hallway to the right of the office window As I open a back door the sun, vibrant plant life and ocean mist roll into me like a warm grizzly cub There is not much of a crowd here today I am enjoying the silence Looking out across the well manicured lawn Then orange sun into the orange behind my eyelids' morning, on and on...         Back to Top