The only loud music I like is on my radio.
Content to be my own throwback
soak in quiet downtown streets
through my rolled down drivers window.
This ain’t no American Graffitti moment –
the streets stink of old shit from dry septic pipes.
We no longer count the days without rain
but still expect miracles.
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from “These Electronica Mornings”
The soundtrack is colorful, monotonous
a clear sunrise sky over today’s dismal downtown scene.
Do not trust the clocktower, nor its keepers.
looking into the abyss it keeps off the chill
awake in smudge city / the lights on river reflect
only we do not know / we are the reflection