Electromag

In those days we lived among
The great fields of electro-magnetism
We made our homes
Under the blue black lines of power
That fed us
And ultimately bled us

We became such hopeless creators
Such makers of mayhem
The voice of The One
Sizzling away in a cold fire
Of radio noise

We could not hear!
We could not hear!

Back in the day
The pickets stood in front of the market
And electromag rained on them
Filling the spaces
Between the molecules and atoms
Of that time
Some marched with signs held high
Others laughed as they sat
On big red coolers full of beer and ice

The girl from checkstand one
Held a sign and smiled
Later, in the electro-magnetic monsoon
Of High Summer
She would give me crabs
And a message to carry forward
I have held it tight through space-time!

We Live!

Great blue arcs of fire
Grand dark dreams of desire
Entropy upon us, squeezing
Wringing out all hope
This is the birthplace of the ferocity
Mothered by the Cathode Ray Tube
Media forever dangling carrots
While the Children of the Hard Rain hunger
Wanting!
The jackings and drive-bys
Just belly rumblings
Of the insatiable fire to come

Back in the day
Some may have seen it
I remember Debbie's sweet voice
Washing like spring water
All across that summer's heterodyne

"Fade away, " she sang
"Fade away and radiate . . . "

Electromag

3 August, 1993
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