MIDI and me
something not unlike Oregon weather
obvious and deliberate
packing a fucking wallop
and making no apologies
a beast with wings
ripples from its extensions
making a mockery of the spectrum
making quantum physics into pulp and ink.
a drink, indeed a drink --
is that the worst a man can ask for?
inclination toward intuition
the ever-refillable prescription...
conviction.
 - drew

ice cave
on a rainy June afternoon
i saw that everything was six minutes late
that a slip and fall was no fall at all
and with that ripe confidence
that weightless knowledge
that fearless gary busey quality
i shook hands with myself
silent and resolute

then i put my ear to the bell
and stepped into the ice cave...

-drew

The Cruel Soldiers

Irrelevant to me are the pathes of cruel soldiers
as the go on breathing and bleeding through their so called successes
Anomie! Anomie! Anomie!
is my cry as I search for immaculate perception
I will wear no sweet suits in a demand for recognition
i will explode, then demode
and celebrate a shattered perfection

- chris