The Absence of Wavelength

Sing-Song-Sucky

I sang these words aloud in kitchen and decided to write down…

We’re in a black hole —
a vomiting vortex.
There is no way home —
do you get the context?


5.8.24

It’s bleak, yet I live like
a song is ready to erupt from my mouth
about standing on the edge of an abyss. (and continue on)

Anti-Jon-Bon-song?

Hold ‘hole’ and ‘home’ and end lines 2 and 4 on upbeat.
Kinda sings itself. I’m rather melodious myself.

Available to musicians/lyricists who need inspiration less dark…or, darker.


and there’s no motivation today
and there’s no place to get away
if some light should appear
what will I near?

since it’s ever-expanding and crushing
while its ever-demanding yet hushing
allow pain from under your thumb?
and your silence making me numb?

space has many divides
In crevices many do hide
it’s bleak yet I live to owe
sacrifice I shoulder-tow.

through cosmos there is no time
washing words out with every rhyme.
I’m dumbing my ears —
— I don’t want hear —

free will you borrow
but never will own.
others will fight for what you have earned,
smite and light you, watch as you burn.

Tomorrow…the sun-rise
For a moment…no-oo — lies
It’s no surprise that I’ll quake
moments after I wake

for all that I strived,
no one will confide
their struggles by my side,
gaslight like everything’s fine

shaved molecules leave my sword
flash in my dark
glint Steele eyes
full-face I fight without disguise

I’d rather be dead
than be confined in your den,
collared and leased and unfed
Eternal I know but I do not bend

*music*Black hole…black holy-hole…
Sanctimonious sanctuary …



Etcetera, ibid.