01-10-2024, 12:43 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-10-2024, 02:10 AM by TranquillityBase.)
So I am alone as always
born again and again cross the wounded galaxies.
I can remain silent
but that is the end of time.
Technicians handle the switchboards:
they started tampering with the word
siphon themselves there
the same old lark sucking
all the charge and air and color to a new location.
So we leave the bloody apes behind
(old mind tapes can be wiped clean)
sky shifts to cover the last pitch
sharply photographed and recorded
the invisible hail of bring down
like the cylinder gimmick in the adding machine
that magnetizes rage patterns.
Faces of transparent cartilage
live unmolested on a slag heap of smoldering metal
black beetle musicians
protected by steel and crystal spinning thought patterns
and white hot sky channels
using up your oxygen
through the pinball machine.
Animal life breathes
under white hot blue sky
white and gold closed around them –
littered with black bones
continual hot winds from plains
crossed by paths worn deep.
But who am I to be critical?
born again and again cross the wounded galaxies.
I can remain silent
but that is the end of time.
Technicians handle the switchboards:
they started tampering with the word
siphon themselves there
the same old lark sucking
all the charge and air and color to a new location.
So we leave the bloody apes behind
(old mind tapes can be wiped clean)
sky shifts to cover the last pitch
sharply photographed and recorded
the invisible hail of bring down
like the cylinder gimmick in the adding machine
that magnetizes rage patterns.
Faces of transparent cartilage
live unmolested on a slag heap of smoldering metal
black beetle musicians
protected by steel and crystal spinning thought patterns
and white hot sky channels
using up your oxygen
through the pinball machine.
Animal life breathes
under white hot blue sky
white and gold closed around them –
littered with black bones
continual hot winds from plains
crossed by paths worn deep.
But who am I to be critical?