vinyl static blizzard
vocal blues blind lemon leadbelly
upbeat this barrage
sing low and swing
blend sweet chariots
we of the congregation
we of the big hearted joy
we fought passion and lost it in the crest of melody
we dream of rocking
rolling in those arms
we dream chaos
we dream future
we dream hope
we dream electric blue'd out folk
egg yolk sizzling
'that's all right mama'
we dream angels sing
shining.
yearning.
gleaming for tomorrow.

This mechanical mind is rusted.

Gears are stripped and torn.

Thoughts won't turn the way I attempt to steer them.

The synapses that will tell me to move on won't fire.

The folds of my memory are streaming ideas and desires of the moments  just before my brain shutdown.

I am lost in a void of what was.

I am reeling with a hope of what might be again.

I for one am thankful that you are still in my heart...

For you are there, ticking away like clockwork...

Keeping this machine alive.

the savage siren sings -
and another kiss is stolen
from the timid beast
a victim of apathy
brought forth by her song
paralyzed by her utterance
still statue under her caress
she tames the monster
and satisfies the demon
soothing them into submission
to sleep - to death
she leaves me free to dance in her mist
seduced by her wind
bewitched by her kiss

we are creatures of impulse
of passion
and desire
demons
who devour all
exposing raw nerves with every bite.