Beating through the cold fluidity of midnight twilight
paperwire flying beautifuls can do their best to break the sound
but all you do is slither like a coil through my marrows
turning all my blood to silver with this crumplecrumpleshakedissolve
and casting bits of glimmer 'tween the swimming plasma seas.

Dissolved into my bloodways
I hear music dreaming decades far away into the future
but the decades, blinking, dream only of past results and pretty girls
and now they float into a sea of cluttered platelets
(tracing elements you wrung in chromey coloured arteries).



It scatters up my vertabrae,
jars and jumps each threadnerve's jolt-

electric signals foaming at the mouth
and fiending like a mesh of lacey addicts
bend to take another dip into
your sweet-aesthetic vinegar.
[Make no mistake]
[it burns as it slides down]

01/29/2004