Nostalgia

By Thomas Luhrmann

Well–defined pockets of chaos
litter an otherwise uncluttered landscape

and as it recedes the mindless roar of the alien system
is beginning to resemble

an ultraviolet sea fan far more than a silver broach,
a toothpick or some unrepentant swan

Like the collision of two extraordinarily different worlds
that have little in common but a passion for secrecy

we stand before each other naked and unashamed
and for the umpteenth time

the simplicity of the calliope on the ice cream van
takes us back to a more innocent age

when hamburgers frying on a charcoal grill
would partially restore the borderline psychotics

and conditions favoring the algae’s sudden efflorescence
remained a stupefying mystery