Tesla Talks to Time
by a contributor
Michael J. Wilson
am I dead?
The world was at war
and I was spiraling energy weapons
and sleeping with pigeons
at the top of New York
Maybe the universe is direct in all things
what happened next?
The colors I saw were fantastic
they shot me through with full spectrums
that brought me to my knees
It was a parting of the waves
It was only myself that died?
No true atom splitting bombs
that took out the world?
Clemens told me to be careful what I wished for
I wanted to break everything
Standing in his white coat
holding a ball of fire
the vile history of this nation
He had to stand
on a box for the photographs
I hid in the back to look shorter
My plan would never have worked
everything got faster
Lightning is a beat too far to cage
Hummingbirds bees moths in a glass jar
Einstein might be a genius but also
Michael J. Wilson lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico. He teaches at the Institute of American Indian Arts and writes reviews for Publisher’s Weekly. As these don’t pay the bills, he also works for a coffee roaster. His most recent publications are in Ping Pong, Spittoon and KNACK.
Also see Michael’s poem Tesla and Edison Argue, and tomorrow his list of 5 Things in our ongoing contributors’ series.