Merle Oberon is a vessel of light.
She gives up a jillion dollars and a pretty boyfriend
When we find what we can’t have,
the skull like a teapot.
If you want to ask something, ask it.
Live like that.
Waves on the lake tick like a clock.
When I am blind, you are blind.
You take me for walks on the beach.
The boiled wool of the Great Plains trundles past
Light me a torch, will you chum?
Music is all I have to live for.
Merle’s face asleep on a plane,
The symphony’s over. You can let your hair down
© James Cihlar, 2012