Summary
This piece is the first I ever wrote as I was pioneering the Terzaversenelle form. It recounts a memory of the Neon Graveyard/Boneyard in Las Vegas, and explores feelings of cultural detachment and existential insignificance.is it enough to sit and count
the years that pass as i sketch
each bone in the neon graveyard?
the metal monsters start to stretch,
the scales aglow, the eyes aware
of the years that pass as i sketch.
my history stops to catch my stare;
it knows my shame, my ignorance
of the scales aglow, and eyes aware.
a horseshoe’s radiant decadence
unfolds a fractal 8 million miles,
and knows my shame, my ignorance.
i’ll never forget the smiles.
of each bone in the neon graveyard,
fractals unfolding for millions of miles!
why can’t i sing the elegy
of each bone in the neon graveyard?
is it enough to sit and count
each bone in the neon graveyard?