His Laboratory

In an abandoned building
my brother and I
found a water closet
where he set up a dark room

I was only rarely
allowed to accompany him there
--to his secret place
where he went so many of the days he cut school

Hour after hour behind the black curtain
My brother, photographer of fire.
Here, demons were given free rein
A magic act,

With all its absurd and pathetic
and cruel aspects
The power here to bring up images
and just as quickly blacken them.

I saw him mutter and laugh
as he too came into better focus for a moment
behind the curtain, in red lights--a person alive,
vibrant with desire--before he darkened and fell back into the gloom again.

In that nihilistic laboratory,
the demigod laughed maniacally.

Poetry by Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-12-18 at 06:31

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John holliday
brilliant...having been behind the curtain I can relate, and it is or was a place of magic......

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
he must have been a good photographer. I love your work about early life and envy how much you can remember.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a good poem. Unfortunately, the final couplet seems intended to just finish it, rather than bring it to a proper conclusion.

Nabeela Altaf
Powerful. Makes me look at photography differently.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Jeakle and Hyde?

Ah, it must be a crazy place to be in. The last stanza is brilliant.