your self into the wall socket and turn your soul’s knobs right,
tuning in the message echoing around you through any metal in the
The spoon in your breakfast cereal explodes in a chocolate disharmonic,
a Coco-ophany of concentrated consecrated orchestrations.
popped ear drum solo, like a freshly burst slug dripping out an ear,
like a paradise of noise, twisted and reborn in a single sound,
reverberated aftershocks from the birth of creation, like the squelch
unexpected and crawling through the primordial cortex-ture of your
from the pages of tour guides to the dead ends of interstates of thought.
Lyrics lost on those who would ever be as sacrilegious as try to understand
Words like warning signs, large and red, strung out over the desert
Day glow Christians with salivation on a stick, singing their hearts
out to the lord.
sentences and busted radio-phonic muses, pirate wolf men on Mexican
selling soap, medicine man miracles and the god's own gospel with
And at long last you'll have found the station of being truly in the
current of the wave,
madmen's music electro-shocking and playing the three discord strait
up your spine.
head is nodding in time as the hair on your neck gives a standing
to the poetry and pain pulsing like an Armageddon's rain through the
spreading the food of life through the famished country side shows
playing on and on and on, into the disc jockey dawn of the living
dead of night.