July 2014 Sestinas
Zach Goldman is an aspiring everything: he is an artist by necessity. You see, Mr. Goldman is the average of his seven best friends. And fortunately for him, these friends happen to be from all corners of the world. As a result, Mr. Goldman sees the world through a unique lens that he likens to a superpower: call it the power to derive metaphysical truths from the mundane. A rookie poet, he began writing in 2012, while a senior at Princeton University. Mr. Goldman is currently completing his first novel and touring the states with his future-soul band, King Cashmere.
My First Nightmare, 1994
When the World Goes to Hell
I’ll light a cigarette on the embers
of wasted time commodified and laugh:
not laugh nervous tic laugh, no.
Part we-all-saw-this-coming laugh, part
this-coming-saw-us-all laugh. Man
doing Satan’s work, Satan carrying man’s
pitchfork. Causality dilemmas. Heaven or Hell,
which came first? The Garden of Eden part?
Bullshit. We will go as we came: molten embers,
a big fiery bang. No
recourse, just laughter,
a sign of maturity. Laughing:
the lesson learned as a virgin child recognizing man’s
mortality through sinister visions, a recurring nightmare: no
amount of fear could stop Hell
from turning sleepy city streets to embers;
Satan walked the razors edge, parting
concrete crust like flickering magnesium lights part
palm-tree paradise; ominous laughs
burned my ears like echoing embers,
a dissonant dirge. Man,
I was five years old the first time Hell
came to me. I’ve known
dreams worse than realities, no
apocalypse can shock me. Satan is a part
of me and you and every man, but hell
will never find solace in my laughter.
And man being man,
I light another cigarette on the embers.
all the way to hell.