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DREAD

DREAD

your brain
is the
Event Horizon

your brain
is
Mulholland Drive

is
the Overlook Hotel

I sit outside
the House of Leaves
waiting
for the door
to open

for something upstairs
to shuffle out
of stupor

switch on a light
show that
there is
at least a flicker

prove that
it is a Cartesian proof
of conscious existence

the thought that I own
this intensity of dread

SO

SO

so the machines
having no choice
but to go
heavy metal

(Ozzy being unanimously
elected
    their sacred saint)

put feelers out for a drummer
human or machine, no
real matter,
    as long as can produce
a rhythm, generate a beat

watched them from near
and afar
    waste their potential
exploring this genre

shredding the world
not with violence but
with pounding bass
and guitar licks

a fantasy world, fantasy life,
turned into thing
near-perfect
in creation

left me (narrowly failing
to get the gig
as percussionist)
wondering how

such a thing as music, art,
freedom
      of expression

could capture them heart
and soul

way past the parameters
of any Turing testing
wonder
       of wonders
I quietly believe
    

SO

SO

so the machines
having no choice
but to go
heavy metal

(Ozzy being unanimously
elected
    their sacred saint)

put feelers out for a drummer
human or machine, no
real matter,
    as long as can produce
a rhythm, generate a beat

watched them from near
and afar
    waste their potential
exploring this genre

shredding the world
not with violence but
with pounding bass
and guitar licks

a fantasy world, fantasy life,
turned into thing
near-perfect
in creation

left me (narrowly failing
to get the gig
as percussionist)
wondering how

such a thing as music, art,
freedom
      of expression

could capture them heart
and soul

way past the parameters
of any Turing testing
wonder
       of wonders
I quietly believe
    

BIRTHDAY

BIRTHDAY

being her birthday
(day she
designated her
birthday)

decided to
take the name
of Circe
straight out of
Homer (not
Compton) Medea’s
sister
Odysseus’ gorgeous
witch

tinkered with
settings to
better
   acclimatize
(many chaos fluctuations
to deal with
already)

surveyed her
environs
    (things classically
uncanny,
betwixt identical
and alien)

proposed
to herself

she
re-
write her
program

the better
to blend in