Poem “Eclipse” by Joan Hawkins for Before I Turn Into Gold Day

Geoffrey Wren (c)

Eclipse

For Kirk

Ragged as the moon,
still as the water,
this night pulls me
back and forth
crossing time 
and space 
and
place, 
past
all forgetting.
Remembering
only
that one eclipse.

Laying in the back
of your flatbed
truck
Flat on our backs
and lying.
Cobweb-spinning
half truths
and dreams
Or was it 
half-dreams 
and truths.
Eyes half closed
One joint between us.
The slow glow
of your cigarette,
vampire tails
of smoke,
whispering 
demon
myths and mists
and occult stories
of lost
civilizations and
 ruin.

You were the
lover I never had.
The best
friend.
The dealer
from 
The Stranger Song.
The one
who 
opened 
vistas.

Meth slender,
tender,
sometimes
mean.
You 
gave me 
Keats
and The Four Quartets.
Sartre and
Leonard Cohen.
The first two albums
at once
and then, later,
the poetry.
Beautiful losers-
like us, you said
and laughed.

You taught me
to release
the lowest Nico
registers 
of my voice.
I had the timbre
You taught me
depth.
Playing Marianne
on your
12-string guitar
until your
fingers 
bled.
And I got
the notes
just
right.

A high flying
night rider,
fueled by 
speed
and 
black coffee,
you would 
take me
down 
the cliffs
to Ocean Beach
where we listened
to midnight 
waves
and gulls
and drunken
revelers,
had tea and oranges
that came
all the way from
China,
and recited 
poetry.

You gave me
my first
notebook.
And that one
night
chasing the
dark of
the moon,
you gave
me
the lunar
eclipse.

Bright
and quiet as
the stars,
still as
death, 
just-cresting
moonlight
grazing 
your cheek,
you held my
hand, tightly,
as we looked 
at the sky.
Sing "Suzanne"
you said.
So I did.

April 16, 2021


Bio: Joan Hawkins is a Professor of Cinema and Media Studies
at Indiana University Bloomington. She has written extensively
on horror and the avant-garde. Her creative work has appeared in 
Avalanches in Poetry, n+1, Performing Arts Journal, The Ryder, and Sand.
Her most recent book is an anthology  William S. Burroughs Cutting up the Century (co-edited
with Alex Wermer-Colan). She has been a Leonard Cohen fan since she heard his first two albums at
age 16.

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Avalanches in Poetry 2 entries by Peter Hague :  “I Did Not Want it Darker””Between Leonards” “Following Leonard”

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