light refracts
prisms unlock
waters withdraw
words airwave
heavens measure
death rattle
hologram earth
electric nature
sunken meadow
silk tongue
fresh heat
new fear
hinges slip
objects collide
torch minds
totem scream
fires breathe
tunnel the wind
channel the voice
spread the wings

the strangers scan the horizon
and instantly become aware of the mental interrelation of all things

step inside the feedback
a world within the distortion a temporal cauldron

the radio has been on all day
soundtracking our movement down the panic highway
reception roaming in and out the painted night rain blurs headlights

as streets begin to speak a spectral map
heard over the motors scream
antennas reach a recent dream caught only in collapse
locked upon reversed shadows broken up light leak fast release
for now or forever pullover wherever whenever

prizes instantly disappear like promises in the mirror
the united states of anesthesia

step outside dizzy and blind as far as you feel to see
interference frequency

it all comes out in the washmachine

unknowingly pedestrians launch off ramps into mainstream dreamtime
couples kissing, a woman smoking,
she is talking periodicals over his shoulder
she is floating talk show segment
turn it into a film scene made to feel like a documentary
now its newsworthy making headlines
every minute is a new deadline

pangs from violence mixed with plucks of violins
it could be a bedroom scene
or a touchdown dance rare access into wardrobe
eye witness dismisses claims
eagle snatches newborn
reality game show host suicide
emergency broadcast system failure test tone

television pimped our time
turned on and off again
the way we recognize pattern will be the way the stories end

do not adjust your set

hidden sources speculate
key figures frame
secret security forces salute
to somebody’s sacrifice for stars and stripes

overseas straitjacket poverty fund remote control robot wars
by taxpayer’s timesheet taken home

tired after work we try none of the old poisons will apply

revolutionary relics do not live up to their words
written along a radical curve
a brainwave read-out trajectory
tracing protest patterns from the past

unrest unfocused discontent

now the room is full piles of print-outs and no one can move

the truth is in the trash

our future is clearing path
our future is free shadow

no persona no symbol no idol could lead our revolt
it would be futile

we march now here and everywhere
a faceless stare

the invertible spontaneous eternally upon a threshold
the invisible vessel

picket fence jazz
seven eleven elvis
hot dog cadillac
riot cops civil rights
atomic bomb home run
windowpane pie barbie dolls
lincoln logs against all odds
underdog in the hands of kong
golden rebel song has gone all kinds of wrong

refused voices attempt to transmit
reverse rhetorical trash heap for treasures we couldn’t upkeep
converted to hologram shop sheep
cluttered among the useless
the malnutrition of the nourished

the nameless disappearing

in a configuration of illusions