I want an in ground sleep room,
with no transferring structural or exterior distortion.
With radiant floor heating.
Like a comfy sensory deprivation chamber.
The only distractions beyond the sound barrier,
consisting of some of the truest pleasures in life.
Connected conversation, free of aggravating interruptions.
The pen rolling over paper, or the turning of a page.
The music of a lover’s moans,…
If the people as a whole are so indifferent to affect change,
even when they knowingly admit that they’re being cheated;
then is there anyway to provoke a change for peace,
when if ever they could see beyond country and corporation,
by decree or lynch-mob,
they would still fight over the dust after annihilation?
I think when he died,
and everyone else seemed to be in shock and mourning,
I felt a swelling anger.
At first I mistook it as possibly
the let down I was feeling,
not just for a role model,
but by the ideal
that with a little bit of laughter,
you could make it through anything.
But then this feeling churned bitterly on,
to the horrible wonder,
of what hope there can be for any of us,
when all the…
We had weaved through the city with relative ease,
and were parked lakeside by high noon.
Joining the vanguard of amp’d up
and vibrantly dark Mayhem marchers,
our foot-stomps created a growing riffscape of anticipation;
Then merch tents and stages came into sight,
as we approached the thunder of double bass kicks and death growls.
The stages became organs,
and we the blood flow they demanded