we use a cheap language full of facts spools feeding nightmares in our grisaille history painting a flat canvas every thing reduced the door said open and you opened it
so much of what we are is not about how well we do it but how badly we want it the promised future never came quick enough and we are left asking…
the phone wants constant interaction the builders drill, drive the caterpillar squeals the kids on the trampoline howl the dog whimpers like Miles Davis on his horn a more authentic expression than the smooth pop jingles from a lost youth
zero — expression from nothing — the background radiation — the song of yes — I am — I want — all this noise against the sense of lack now we know why exhale follows inhale and all things seek to return to their natural gravity — observations will be made by the still articulate of the tiny ecosystem of a forgotten pond the silence after this will be immaculate
Influenced in part by Peter Balakian's poem Ozone Journal. This was just published in Angry Manifesto - The E.U. Issue: http://www.am22.webnode.com