when you have to make a hard decision, flip a coin
why?
because when that coin is in the air...
you suddenly know what you're hoping for.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Archaeoacoustics

To you                     who
An echo                   To where
does it die                when it finishes
chasing the ends      of decomposing notes
nodding off to what was once before in treble halves
trembling

Trapped in graphite traces
embedded in microlightning spikes that
sear sounds onto these
retinotopic lines these
emototopic maps
pulsing plastic into crescendos spiraling spiraling
into screams winded from butterfly wings

Crack open my radioactive body
and you will near asymptotes of whispers rippling into
cacophonous entropy crashing into the universe
you will circle on amethyst sound
reverberating still so faintly of your existence

Trace your fingers on my clay skin and I will sing back
all that I once was
all that you once were
To me