Year of the Sea Monkey CLXIV

by Glen Armstrong

Completely new and un-
predictable, the neon
sign never blinks.

Its light bathes the street.
Its meaning sinks in.
To make a message of glass

tubes and beautiful light
is all I ever wanted,
and my sweetheart is happy

for me and the neon.
Let us be for a moment,
but don’t leave us.

Language makes light,
light makes language,
and no one makes love

until adjustments have been made.
I wade in the VACANCY
while the NO looks on

like a lighthouse
or a whisper in a language
yet to be.

Glen Armstrong holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and teaches writing at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan. He edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters and has two new chapbooks: Simpler Times and Staring Down Miracles. His work has appeared in Poetry Northwest, Conduit, and Cream City Review.

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