SPARKLERS

Come forth you bugs and be July’d,
Halogen’d and vitrified,
Dance around the cones and rods
Of your fiber optic gods,
Tree limbs tinseled on the wind,
Table lamps Luciferin’d,
Lava gushing from the arc
Of street lamps spilling on the park,
Paper lanterns gone to blazes
In syncopated swinging mazes,
As the moon and stars and buildings spark
All around me in the dark,
My diluted vision blighted
By novas of the badly lighted,
An effulgent, foaming shell
Of evening softly gone to hell,
The iris’s prismatic squint
At a traffic signal’s flint,
Fractals welding jets of rage,
Chaos frothed into a cage,
Touch from normal sight distracted
By the exploding world refracted,
Medusas flashing off and on:
The planet gone, the planet gone−
Cars themselves approaching streams
Of anemones with fractured beams,
Dragon eyes and crosshatch flares
That sweep the sidewalks with their stares,
Incandescence overdone
Like prominences on the sun,
Aureoles with spider limbs
Gassing from all headlight rims,
Acetylene torches waterfalling
From a neon billboard’s scrawling,
Streamers broken into spindling
By the eye’s internal kindling,
Blurry pyrotechnic glories
Sprung from Mesolithic stories
Embedded in the pinhole of the eye
By hidden chasms in the sky,
The dazzling semaphoric perks
Of tail lights’ bloodshot fireworks:
Amaurotic self-made pyres
Of the eye’s deluded fires,
Bubbling skies and blind ambition
Bridging waves of tunnel vision,
While, hallucinating in 3-D’s:
Fizzing Pepto-Bismol seas,
Arcing legs of flindered sties
Sprung from my erupting eyes
As I float above cascading pyres,
Alive with pyrotechnic fires
ACoruscating from the spangled moon,
Blinded by a fission noon,
Nothing left on earth but these
Nuclear catastrophes,
Flaming with narcotic’s perks,
Blasting sight to fireworks.