Jonsi

March of the arachnids after he kicked the
bucket in delicate Icelandic tones,
Jonsi’s Gobbledygook remains the most
beautiful musical medium of
transversing across the mind’s antipodes.
Human ears discern utter emotion
in a crowd too lost in straight-sighted
passion to witness the many acts of
pure affection playing out beneath the
laser beams spearing this dark tent of hope.
Floating above the shadowy bobbing
heads of the revellers is a mangled
dollar sign that exposes itself as
a twisted heart-shaped balloon which becomes
rainbow coloured when pierced by the lasers,
with a solitary red bulb dotting off
its bizarre existence of entrancement.
And the lighters come out, not to spark a
cigarette or a joint, but to acknowledge
the pulsing beats’ part in gifting life to
the forests, the fire flies and the ravens
that now two dimensionally materialise.
Jonsi tells us to go do and do we go,
all of us faceless strangers swept away
in the euphoria of clapping and
the rising crescendo of the rhythm.
This reverie of conjuring tricks that
has fooled my mind feels like a moment long
drawn out that will never be repeated -
and the truth of that thought makes me want to
cry in mourning for the loss of the present.