I... I... I... I...

By Lille Dante

Thu, 27 Jul 2023
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I wear a Patrick McGoohan mask
over my monkey mask
as I sing dem bones, dem bones
and pretend it is 1967
when I knew what everything meant

in preparation for Iapetus and Beyond:
the excavation of a dark monolith
from the crater of my heart,
which screeches when exposed
to sunlight: Who Is Number One?

 

Certificate PG
Poem
oblique stratagems
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Turlough on

Who was number one? 1967? July?

It was probably Procul Harum with Whiter Shade of Pale.

 

A mysterious and enjoyable poem that left me guessing.

Turlough

Submitted by Lille Dante on

Number One is The Big I Am, the adolescent know-it-all who claims to understand the last episode of The Prisoner and the closing minutes of 2001 A Space Odyssey.
 

If you know, you know.

 

Submitted by Turlough on

Ahh... never watched either of those.

If you don't know, you don't know.

Turlough