they found water on the moon today it was clear green and tasted like absinthe ~ no one couldve predicted this ~ a spoon stirs in a reservoir glass michael collins saw it from space just him and nobody else

all of my past selves are at the party tonight i go for the shins suddenly with my telescoping steel baton its a 100 decibels in here the glasses clink the world quakes blood and spit and the things i break i crack the shell poke my beak through finally

~ me

in space no one can hear the ice in your whiskey ~ nothing dispels my darkness it just comes and goes as it pleases ~ a vine that strangles the tree ~ the sun is in the right place rising and falling gears interlocking everything perceived Sol illuminates feeds cradles rocks to sleep ~ a candle's skin glows from the burn underneath ~ the surface will crack give way ~ further magnification brings more to light ~ atoms stacked upon atoms piles of color rioting in the streets ~ what has been leaves an orbit trail of debris ~ ahead the path is clear if not seen

- me

“What you are, you are by accident of birth; what I am, I am by myself. There are and will be a thousand princes; there is only one Beethoven.”

~ Ludwig van Beethoven

“ The manner in which Americans consume music has a lot to do with leaving it on their coffee tables, or using it as wallpaper for their lifestyles, like the score of a movie --it's consumed that way without any regard for how and why it's made.”

~ Frank Zappa