so garbage come pale is skin
pretenders ideology in repetition
forcefulness of lumpy ego
lurk sky scar scrape tied love
hence traditions allow you to live
gestures of surrism scrambled perception handkerchiefs
undo you do stand will voodoo rhythm
time is your cell using jazz encryptions
measures most what lives their hell
ways of paths borrow street names as face
Sunday, September 20, 2009
on DMAH (Techno-Shamans)
if i fall into the noise creating my ears
i endure the light as notes
maybe trench coat desire functions less
but the wounds being salted through isolated terror
escapade as exit threshold it becomes my notions beyond now-
resting in lobes punctuated by synth it loads the unknown¬
