
MR PYNCHON


OPEN QUESTION
was over the rainbow
reading Gravity’s Rainbow
totally alone in the Manchester
Poly new lecture and dormitory complex
the night outside
straining against the streetlights
to impose impenetrability
occupancy
a month away, set for
summer and the new
academic year
and me
feeling secure, overlooking
the small matter of the SS20s
parked somewhere
in Eastern Europe
sights set on this city
and
thus on me
Oh V2 rocket
progenitor of these mid-range
city killers
this technology so set
on rendering all
human future an open
question
what Pandora could not have
imagined lurking
in the bottom
(true bottom
beneath all false versions)
but Pynchon
saw so intensely
setting his imagination
to dead end