These are intended to be song lyrics for a future musical project.

"Madame X installed a piano in the Alps" --Arthur Rimbaud

SEARCHLIGHT Luke Buckham

I've got a searchlight that goes on in my head
I've got a searchlight

bringing back all of our long-lost friends I've got a searchlight

and there's a bucket with a rim of frost
and there's a rainspout where the water comes down on me
and I can taste the shingles in the water
and I can taste the dust of long-winding roads

it makes a hallway
through the bodies of mercurial girls
it stuns pigeons as they peck at the lawn
it stains dirt pathways with a nuclear light
it scans a golf course and a forest and a high-school friend

and in the mornings it remembers the neon streets
it just barely casts a flare on grandmother
it sees the leaves falling on her folded hands
it sees the searchlight flicking on and off in her eyes

I've got a searchlight but it's starting to ebb like a star
and what's projected is a light dying at the source
I've got a searchlight that goes on in my head I've got a searchlight