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Chicagoetry: Mirages Of Matchstick Men

MIRAGES OF MATCHSTICK MEN

Like the winged seeds
Of the maple tree whirling
Down unto a suburban

Cul-de-sac
In early autumn, riffs
And licks from my songs

Of innocence

Clutter my mind
Upon revisiting. Like
The vaguely Scottish

Swirl (like electric bag-pipes)
Of the opening phrase of
"Pictures of Matchstick Men"

By the Status Quo
Digging into my inner ear,
Getting stuck there,

Conjuring a kaleidoscope
Of mirages and memories.
There, beneath the blue

Suburban skies:
Winged seeds dot the cul-de-sac,
Electric chimes float

From the nearby church,
Fireflies flash
In the purple dusk.

Maple, lilac, birch,
Willow; fresh-mowed
Grass, evergreens,

Tulips, roses.

The twirl
Of a vinyl 45 rpm
Record, the adapter

For the large hole
To accommodate the
Thin phonograph spindle,

The label of
The Cadet Concept
Music Corporation.

Transported by the
Song - and sound effects
I would later recognize

As wah-wah, flange,
Echo and phasing -
From experience

Back to innocence.
In the music,
An encapsulation

Of the time for a
Seven-year-old, now mirages
Of comfort,

Safety,
Freedom
And joy.

This is "Matchstick Men"
By the Status Quo
But a similar warmth

Is conjured too
By the Lemon Pipers,
The American Breed,

The Strawberry Alarm Clock
And the Seeds.
Whirling miracles

Of space and time,
Evidence of the fact
Of a cherished past.

I hear that Scottish riff,
I see the winged seeds,
Like single paisley

Swirls pirouetting
Through the breeze, or two seeds
Enjoined,

Wings above,
The image - the mirage -
Of a perfect

Broken heart.

I see a child,
Leaning by the phonograph,
Musing out the window,

There,
Beneath the blue
Suburban skies:

The song ends,
And I see him play it
Again.

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J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.

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More Tindall:

* Chicagoetry: The Book

* Ready To Rock: The Music

* Kindled Tindall: The Novel

* The Viral Video: The Match Game Dance



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