The Dynamics of Groove

hit by a poem

I was listening to Boards of Canada’s “Reach For The Dead” at work and out of the blue, lyrics. Words forming that wouldn’t quiet down or pass until I had written them down. Ok, poem. I hear you. today I was plucked out of the oppression of time and placed into the void vacuum of space…

spring time

waiting for the lady in the mountains whose footsteps reveal the greenery vibrancy underneath and from the earth whose voice echoes against rock and through canyons who calls across distances to awaken who stirs the blood with eyes like fire who welcomes weary travelers with springs of water who points the way and shows how…

directed

when the waves were crashing endlessly when thunderous the animal inside staring back from between grasses when the voice amplified too loud to ignore they chuckled nervously shifting eye contact between them looking for places to point their fingers they were confronted with a mirror so clear so visible the violations and yet one scoffed…

to be written

whistle on the tracks high pitched hum the shake and sway while my fingers catch letters words fly forward like a typewriter punching keys the page is not as empty as it once was the music continues streaming endlessly a beat linked together like the words they combine together form a picture with no picture…

shifting viewpoints of the night sky

night sky a blanket that is not smoothed out the light from a full moon can be piercing making eyes water bright and blurry until shifting gaze looking differently into the distance the nuances of the moon’s exterior are in full view detail takes my breath and gives it to the beauty of the moment …

i live on a planet of sound

i live on a planet of sound highs and lows form the landscape the temperature the texture echoing calls from far off voices that carry over tremendous distances a beat that makes walking an adventure a thrill an experience clouds you could reach to warm harmony that drifts into a distant horizon

you

you are just a barking dog you are the the inconvenience of waiting in a line you are the crack in my neck when i stretch you, i don’t care about you i don’t care who is annoyed by the way in which i move you who acts angry you pierce through none of my…

the many little things of today

went a new way today discovered a surreal plant discovered how one street was connected to another did many small things that i hope will have an impact felt better when i left than i did as i entered taking a deep breath here we go found ways to help those around me found little…

all night

sweat room full of magenta purple bright light pans every corner tiny moving reflections circle the room expanding into points warped by their orbits and 90s house beat vibrating basslines that carry us across warm mid levels with synthetic piano dancing shadows move in a small room crowded empty each one alone even in the…

morning air

when the sky looks like a thin mist bright blue mixed with clouds from another world when music seems to hang on the air and everything is vibrant, as if truly deeply more real than what reality is when the chill of the air brings excitement dancing to become warm hands in pockets running in…