Excavation 1

Inhibition
made-up words
orbiting hum
Things like gravity
obsessive thoughts and
Money, sand...
silent tiny pieces of the sun
we can bend the light
into the Time slip
gasohol
the spice
nihilists
accelerating across space
to wake up among the magma
religions.

when i was deader
in the storm of armor plates
i had no matches.

señor chameleon
dark matter and
a single,
isolated,
graviton.
shove nothing
I hate it too
television
the pink moon
whales & volcanoes swim and burst up
from oceans to speakers
leaving twisted fragments
of underground city #4
7 kettles singing
"the power is out"
and the deader than dead walk...

thank god for generators and shotguns.