Sound Easily (Hertz Topography)

how easily nostalgia
turns into
rage
one setting
becomes broken
the radio
no longer tunes
in
to anything
lost
in am
noisephonia
hertz topography
silence laden
with some
sound
anyway, immortal
endless it seems
constant instead
like dreams
skipping from
one point
to another
and then
>gone<
        for Heinrich

None So Much As Children Inside The World

we are singing
of joy and pain
at the point
of birth
red letters
blood ladders
she is calling
and crying
mother and father
and nothing but
great pain over
and over we are
all washed through
with unfolding drama
and strain.
with knowledge
lead by a shaman
careful for the fallout
mindless words
famine in the nuclear shelter
lost words and soul
before the drought.

Unfolding Tomorrow Machines

everything goes
 from nothing to nothing
two states of unbeing
with some static in the middle
ground out sourced
made without machinery
without
a sound
we survive
thinking
we came from somewhere
and we love believing
we are all going somewhere
forgiveness never comes
there is no water
left to wash us
in the last hours
when the candle flickers
parades of ticker tape
ending with a
final call.

A Change In The Unwritten Script

clues for archelogist
a story to be told
in the removed
a vacuumed truth
all for saving face
and a bleak reply
with a side
of cold gullibility

a sick street
slick polished avenue
a memory of an old \place
washes over senses
the fragrance of loosened
moorings
slips lost
the long coast and
men that disappear
into transparent sailors
veiled appraritions
painted canvas beauties
now
illusions
broken free with
momentous speed
with soaring primrose-colored wings
that gather us fumbling
eventually
to sleep.

Here first in Color

Shuffle Off

all children
make mistakes
life is hard
place your bets

try to understand
play the game
no end in sight
no matter
how well you
play your hand

no son
or daughter
no sun or moon
laughing inside
the clamber just fading
seagulls and gannets
shoot from awkward
malarkey to dream skies
why can't you leave it all
I don't know.

what sun is unmade
unreal
dreams are
a dime a dozen
and a real steal
how can you win
in this?
I don't know

a game built for losers
dancing with scissors
like this one
Cut it short
or keep singing
is that the danger
bell and an orange glow
wringing its hands
in time slowed
I don't know

Love is like a gate
slammed with force
with both of us
on one side
full of arrogance
the thought of leaving
too strange for words
even an empty evening
imperceptibly concealed
is not wrongly articulated
behind some ancient force field
we all eat with spoons
come clean in
the fabric and an elan
dreamed about with
sympathy
shuffle off to some hidden
corridor
see you in
some other place...