up late like the radio;
left on,
humming the static of
almost reception,
waiting to be listened to.
the beer is gone,
smoke is gone,
lights are off
and you are asleep
somewhere
while i sit, tied to my own
consciousness,
unable to turn off,
waiting to be unplugged.
the boxer
untapes,
the security guard
clocks out,
the liar
sneaks inside,
the reader
fades to the dreamer,
the clerk
locks the cooler,
the cop
parks,
the doctor
sighs as
the driver
swerves,
the husband
rolls off,
the wife
gets up to piss,
and the unborn
wait for a miracle.
This is the only album currently available where you can get the song Phosphene Weather. And although this is an edited (truncated) version, it's still one of my top 5 favorite songs in this genre. Rik Johnson