Intergalactic Radio Station
“It’s a great morning man”
—
Vangelis
A steady pulse
Almost a heartbeat
Sprints its way across the blackness.
These waves,
Nothing stops them,
Crash through gas clouds
Barge through asteroids and planets
These waves
Beat through the night
They march on
Carrying cymbals and signals
A lighthouse in the cosmos
Whatever else happens
What other synthesized dialogues
Stylized harps
Keyboard guitars;
Whatever else reclines over that rotating pulse.
Is carried along
Chords and nebulas
Horns and neutrons
It all crashes into the reflector dish.
And of course
The radio waves shoot
Right through you
And me
And everything
It might bend as the sun peeks into atmosphere
Pointing fingers of magnetism in all directions
Strokes waves like stings
As eyes begin to open.
It’s been a beautiful morning.
Marc Jansen
What is there left to say about Marc Janssen, other than
he should eat more vegetables? Maybe his verse can be found scattered around
the world in places like Pinyon, Orbis, Pure Slush, Cirque Journal, Two
Thirds North and Poetry Salzburg also in his
book November Reconsidered. Janssen coordinates the Salem Poetry
Project- a weekly reading, the occasionally occurring Salem Poetry Festival and
keeps getting noinated for Oregon Poet Laurate. For more information
visit, marcjanssenpoet.com.