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Two Poems from Louis Efron

Two Poems from Louis Efron
Arcadian Eyes

dark eyes reflect smokey flashes
           from deafening staccato machine guns
                      fixed on three-dimensional flat screens

fingers scurry over wireless consoles

	    like spider legs attempting to evade death

		      from hunched lumbering gamers
a binary coded world
                   never burning
                           but always on fire

                                  forcing sweat to boil from our pores

                                  to cool tranced, agitated monsters
thick layers of masked decay

          melt from our lit faces
                  like wax partitions between
                            real, fake

in this crowded metaverse
         where all has been equaled
         and corrected
                                    we are lonely 

a world that can no longer be unplugged

          where soft hands without heartbeats join

                    then pass through 

to emptiness

Rooms without Nightlights

Sparring with moonlight

          prying through shutter gaps
                    menacing figures

                    cut from a cloth

                    of night’s deep sky

                    haunt the walls of our youngsters’ rooms
                    compelling little feet to rush through 

                    adrenaline filled corridors 
                              to escape 

                    cracked basement doors 
                    leaving lonely spaces 

                    with ruffled sheets

                    to tend to their own ghosts 

Now safe in the arms of loving guardians
          nestled heads

          with tousled hair
          gently sleep 

          beneath stuffed beasts

But imagination tempers with age

           and villainous allies

           crawling out from

           between the covers

           of twisted fairytales

           swap darkened spaces

           for inviting masks

           fooled only by our children

                    framed on forbidden trading cards 

                    in palmed devices 

At the threshold of French-vanilla taffy wallpapered hallways

          like strained umbilical cords

	  leading to once unlocked doors 
                     we are desperate, discarded sherpas 

                     in the thick of some impossible trek 

                     lying awake on stone-like mattresses 
                     grasping unread bedtime stories 

                     with stressed spines
                     as sunlight fills our now adolescents’ chambers

In rooms without nightlights

Louis Efron is a writer and poet who has been featured in Forbes, Huffington PostChicago TribuneThe Deronda ReviewYoung Ravens Literary Review, The Ravens Perch, POETiCA REViEWThe Orchards Poetry JournalAcademy of the Heart and MindLiterary Yard, New Reader Magazine and over 100 other national and global publications. He is also the author of five books, including The Unempty Spaces Between, How to Find a Job, Career and Life You Love; Purpose Meets Execution; Beyond the Ink; as well as the children’s book What Kind of Bee Can I Be?

Image: Phone Screen Under Diffraction Lense by Jeffreywang23 under the Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.


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