Green Hills Literary Lantern



Carbon Molecule Testimony


The criticism of me is unfair,

that I’m a molecule who can’t relax.


Electrons can be ceaseless in their tracks

and heated hydrogen robustly sear,

and no-one calls them tense or overtaxed.


But carbon complexes get criticized

for this or that by armchair quarterbacks,

and psycho babblers, haters, malcontents.


I love my spin and bounce, my unions, feints,

and they who call me “frantic,” they have lied

about my inner workings and my pride.


Imagine if our sun would take a break

from fusion’s seethe and sizzle: big mistake!


I never stop transforming into coal:

that doesn’t weary me, or take a toll.

The universe is whole, and if you’re peeved:


the charge emitted is the charge received.




The Noble Savage


You can feel 5:00’s thunderstorm
in this morning’s haze:
haze frail enough to poke a stick through
if the sky were your tent.
Weather is wandering
from bronze-of-late-summer
to fall,
and that’s your sole ambition:
to wander right along with it,
leaving your 9 to 5 prison behind,
just as this cold breeze flees
the yellow seethe of July.
Green & York is open this morning—
stockbrokers to the exceptionally wealthy—
but your own gray desk is vacant,
lathered in harbor, mist-shrouded light,
but no activity there beyond
the photons that also fill
these sparse pine woods
where you stroll midmorning,
breathing deep your new and cone-tanged freedom.
The way dust motes spin in shafts of light,
perhaps concealing a few flying seeds,
reminds you of newfound obscurity:
only these trees for clients,
only the angles of sunlight and breeze
for profits and losses,
only the sky for a boss.
When the thunderstorm turns up early—
fat raindrops, black sky,
with goldening cracks of quickbolt
just before noon—
you’re inclined to give storm its freedom too,
this wandering, electric savage,
almost as noble as you are.


Lee Slonimsky’s work has appeared recently in Blueline, Blue Lyra Review, The Homestead Review, Mudfish, and Per Contra. His first detective novel, Bermuda Gold, with protagonist J. E. Rexroth (named after favorite poet Kenneth Rexroth), is out this summer from Moonshine Cove Publishing of South Carolina.