The Lite-Brite Scare of ‘07

We etch the pathways through the ether.
Virgin space quite naturally resists.
Everything is easy for those who follow.
We all forget it was ever any other way.

You get what you bought and sometimes sell.
The youth who grow up with Coca Cola in the hall
and Whopper for lunch (and breakfast and dinner)
know what you care about. Why not strap lite-brites

To bridges middle digit uplifted to the passing digital
sleep deprived herd? Why not collect your 15 minutes
of Andy Warhol fame? What could be more important
than 70’s haircuts? Who could have thunk such a thing?

Something else may have a chance to happen
if the trains stop and the highway finally halts.
Our thoughts freed will arch the lovely globe.
Our lite-brites illuminate the phosphor world.

 

James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. His work appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.