Sample: "trampling feet"
He awoke to trampling feet
the whole street was aflight
Screams from Shakespeare,
curses from comic books @#$!
They ran from the machines
which thundered down from the air
Sample: "too many heartbeats"
I went inside a building, but only once:
they were huge height-bent towers
rising like fingers
almost grasping the sun in a fist.
and inside, even in the quietest corner,
there were too many heartbeats;
it became a mad symphony.
BEAT followed me for days.
As much as I needed someone,
these millions are just too much,
ever motion, can't make sense of it!
I steal a pillow from a hospital
so I can hide my head.
About the vision:
We have many lives, all rolled together, like "artistic life",
"social life", "professional life", etc. Some of them are real, some philosophical.
just expressions, or are they? I often heard that if your social life dies, you
need to move to "the big city", but big cities give me the creeps. And if you're
stuck in a rotten job, is the daily grind any kind of life? This set of poems
starts with a social life ending, and a set of wild and crazy afterlife visions.
It started back in 1988 as a batch of music for a mostly imaginary garage band,
and has gone through real deaths and dying publishers, to finally see the light
of day in 2006.