SEPIA REAR VIEW, A 90S MEMORY POPLING

i miss you all

i want to hug you all

& it hurts that i cant


still i can smell the marlboros

the new-car magic-trees

& the hot knife fume

SUN IS A NIGHT THIEF

if time-out stillness 

is my friend 

& ambient roar peppered silence

is my friend

then so is brian eno

the sun is a night thief

& i miss 

the blot-out opium

of the city blast 

~


teflon zen - i wish

i too
am tied into the universal wigout

living the hasty laminate jag

curating the fantasy 

in

a 

home 

candle 

glow

BALLAD OF A CURTAIN TWITCHER, THEY VANISH WHEN OBSERVED

  when 

  theres 

  laughing
& theres talking
& its getting closer
& its getting louder
& youre looking 

& youre peeping
& youre watching 

& youre peering
  out the window 

  into the street

  but theres silence

  no one is there

FREEZING IN THE HYPNAGOG STATION

& my thoughts now
they freeze sometimes
they flicker & strobe sometimes

theres purple pixels that flash-jag
in a dancing & geometric
border
sanction
action

its like an old-fi pc crash in there

but theres no plugs to pull
here in the hypnagog station

GOD HAI-GA-GAKUI

god came from a cosmic accident

& fumbled there in the dark
with pronouns & carbon

& they are sorry


~


god is hollowed out 

by infinity planck units
& our dumb questions

a carbuncle standing in a sun storm
a singularity with a politik lean-to

& they are sorry


~


gods parts

god eyes god mouth god legs

god has the most cake

no - thats from a song

& they are sorry

THE FIRE & THE FLOODS

world is burning  

world is flooding 

this fails to balance out

at 

least

the great lazy pandas

fucked themselves out of immediate danger

at  fucking  last

INDIFFERENCE TO SPLENDID BIRTH

the new dawn fades into day

& the day is unremarkable


it acts like it was never born 

in such horizon fire

~

& the pie flat noons indifferent too

to the coming booty
of
the magic dusk prism

that exploration of purple & orange

with bathroom bin clouds

VIDDY THE BEATLES HOLO

 

waiting for the android guide
to come & take me to the sunbarge

i viddy again the beatles holo -

hair in the wind

on the rooftop
in old london

earthstrip one

i love that old colour

the streets so slow then

what a time that must have been

to try to be alive

BAY FOG IN THE FRET WOOD

san franciscos
1960s fenders

squealed

unique 
throttled
screams

its the bay fog
in the fret wood

valley dappled sunshine 

deep in the soundhole

rules fell off
the dynamo sweep

of

the

alder birch cutaway

YEAH TV ON

 

you 

read 

that -

increased precision 

  leads to increased entropy

you try to understand

  you will never understand 

science is arms-length & frosty

tv on ?

yeah tv on 

CONSENSUS ILLUSION TOUR

dead escalator

the band is called

on
their
consensus illusion tour

i am the other side of zoomprime
hands tense the on electric studs

gibson i think 

his footprints writ but large

i shall keep my eye on bonn

TWO JAB STUB POPLINGS

 

1

two losers
on the slow track

jokers in the pack

well acquainted 
with all the kings & queens

2

& the jurys out
debating reality

hunched over the meat world testimony

calling for lunch 

& overnight motels

YOU THINK YOURE LIKE A MOON

even when docile & dormant
  dusty blinds drawn like blinkers

we are still mad & haunted longpork
  on a destruction distraction jag

the meat grinder chewing
  at our sweatshop polyester heels


~


you think youre a moon
  a moon on a razor

where osmosis trumps inertia
  & entropy is coming

for  your  sliced  emmental

ANSWERING THE CALL

i should / would 

take a time out

to ReCharge

but theres no ReCharging here

i push on

never thru

~

i stumble & fumble on

working the clock con

quiet in my MoonSelf
&

answering the Call