Day 9.

It's called the headphone hideout
when really
I'm just hiding in my head - ringing with the achness of a hang-
over - my love for music is just about

an acapella over a dial tone giving it frequency-
no need for

crash carts
ressurectors
of the unwanted-dead
now alive-full of contempt for
miracles

we started (headphones and I)
as earmuffs during depleted batteries-icycles dangling from earlobes
within in which I excavated beats by skipping rocks
that I kicked in isolation...

(when somewhere completely different than what I intended)

Monday, August 24, 2009