We scoured LPs like Sherlock Holmes with his spy glass and cocaine. And there they were, the lies: Barefoot Paul, 28 IF, Turn Me On Dead Man on the backward Revolution 9. It was insane. A scavenger hunt for dire clues in a vinyl world. Even Charles Manson heard absurd mantras in his creepy brain. If I think about it, the Tower of Babel was a conspiracy theory, too. How else explain the thousand tongues of men? Surely the hand of God touched their minds. Maybe they played the first game of Telephone, mouth to ear, up and down the Tower until down was up, until hordes and throngs of people retold a retelling of something that never happened. Told again and again until the whole dumb world believed.
Lenny DellaRocca is proud to have appeared in Apalachee Review (and Quarterly) more than a few times over the years. His latest chapbook is One Hundred Moving Parts of Love, which is online at 2River.org. His new form, the E poem is his obsession and passion. Contact him should you want to know more about it at lenny.dellarocca@gmail.com. DellaRocca is founding editor of South Florida Poetry Journal-SoFloPojo. He lives in Delray Beach, FL.