Lost In Empty Worlds And Metallic Beats 

Dismal gray like prisons of icy 

steel in the natural world  

Keep your eyes closed pretend.  

Living breathing dreaming hum  

of memories like ashes spread out  

Clanking steel bebop ding people fussing.  

Flesh hanging the mood silent  

amid the vapor of smoke and guilt  

Sitting within prison of bleak nothings  

Bad trip, We Are The Nightmare  

Karmic phantoms feeding on  

everyone in Bardo Hell 

Burning angels, remember?  

We lit the fire and started to burn  

They are squeezing all they can  

from our brains like a dingy sponge 

“It’s true that you are in dreamless sleep?” 

The clank of the door…  

We can use your blood in purgatory 

Discarded Dream From Apocalypse America 

O’ America… 

I give you a prayer so you may cut it up: 

            I am a literary scrap man  

                          Hopeless transmissions from (secret) 

dark dream factories 

                 (discarded) I’m an idea 

>>>>error 

Shadow People Might Even Be Music

 Shadowy    music approach

                  groping

time absence

light & shadow

               physicists draw ghosts in the dark

              ghosts

           to smoke

One

   person is

        they

           interdimensional musicians’

    making ectoplasm &

                               shadows

Industrial Poem 

Tick, tick zzzzzzzzzzzz 

hiss clank boom moan 

groan howl gnarled 

fingers reaching into 

the sky… click  

                       clack thud 

curling up like buzzzzzzzzzzz 

pow shhhhhhhhh tick 

crack snap hiss smokestacks 

belch vapors clink slam