­ ­  ­   like curtains    shadows descend
before my eyes     I understand

Stand over. Climb.
dark is the night is endless shadow deceives your eyes can see you to the endless light

So breathe, for you’re already free!
And God is but allegory for what is best in man.
Reach then, beyond your grasp, and bring the Heavens near!


Transhuman Dreams

Look to the way the stars aligned tonight. Do you
Not see our names spelled out in the constellations?
It’s destiny, baby, and it’s tellin’ us to leave this station!

Just turn your thoughts down low, tune out the radio,
And listen for the voice that’s hiding in the static,
With the propensity to make your breath erratic.

A lisp behind red lips resounding in your ears,
That’s destiny. A whisper like a stream with means
To tighten up your jeans, if… yeah, you know what I mean?

Well, it makes my heart swell up, it turns my blood to fuel
And burns it in my chest ’till I can’t contain the heat!
Oh yeah! Tonight I’m Hermes, with rockets at my feet!

So, let’s take off tonight! Let’s leave behind this scene!
Let’s pave the stars ahead into a trail of dreams!

Now, outer space is a real big place, and it’s got something for everybody, see…
There’s space-drinks and space-brawls in space-bars, there’s space-cars and space-chases, there’s pretty and pretty ugly faces on the heads of space-alien races!
There’s space-sports in space-courts, space-ports with space-boats, there’s space-balls and space-bats, there’s space-frogs and space-cats and space-dogs!
You can space-out and take up space! You’ve got your free space, personal space, you’ve got waste of space, and neatly organized space.  And you know you’ve got parking space!
The list goes on and on! And I know you might be thinkin’ I’m just taking words and throwing space at them, but baby, everything is great if you just give it some space!
And I didn’t say that. The Buddha did, I think. And that guy knows everything about being far out!

But, like I said, there’s something for everybody, see…
There’s voluptuous viridian vixens of Venusian descent for me.
For you, there’s many-membered Martian men with heads like an eraser –

This. is the hair-dryer. Please point away the phaser.

Yeah, button up that latex blouse… a button down
And smile like you’re out to break every neck in town!

Zip up your pants real. tight. You make the fabric scream
With your deep-space cool that’s hotter than lazer beams!

Lace up your thigh-high platform boots and sway as if to make
The speed of light slow down and do a double-take!

Well, I’m sorry you don’t think my compliments befit a lady-
No, that helmet don’t look like a fish-bowl, baby-
You know the fish-bowl doesn’t make your head look big-
Your seventies coiffure looks nothing like a wig!

Fine, forget it, but don’t forget your sunglasses.  Lots of UV radiation where we’re going.

Well how is it my fault you were in such a rush to put the fish-bowl on?

Wait for me

Wait for me.

(Count on sincerity to redeem a selfish plea.
The whole damn town was on the platform,
Seemed they were all looking at me.)

I won’t remember you tomorrow,
But I have gotten better at remembering myself.
You see, this train… she’s headed nowhere,
So it’s like I never really left.

(We read this glossy collage of feelsy things to say.
I guess we play the parts we’re given
And let sincerity redeem these tired old cliches.)

Wait for me.

The engine neighed a grating protest –
A hopeless beast of burden, tired of abuse.
And smoke rolled up, the sun rolled down,
And worn out gears went rolling, wearing out the tracks.


The city was a badly damaged illustration,
A lazy canvas cover to a parasitic mold.
And everything was washed in washed out shades of black and gold
Leaking from the viscous smog strangling the moon above.

A rare and tired rain crawled down to raise
Thin particles of dust in clouds and set the clouds like grain,
Then shook them to distort the stillness of the frozen frame.
And all the city streets played dead beneath the toxic air.

And all the city streets played dead, anesthetized by fear
Of a haunt, out of his mind, rocking in and out of sight,
Walking the sidewalk side to side, howling out into the night,
As spastic streetlights followed his demented croon:

Every day I wake up early,
‘fore the sun shines in the sky.
And every night I stay up late,
Long after he’s said goodbye.
Yeah, I’ll watch it rise and tumble
’til I lay me down and die.

And in the light,
The shadow split beneath his feet,
To slowly sway and fade away
Into the night.