Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

wires in the earth, in the sand,
through sand, over sand,
a stone's throw from sand,
criscrossed on sanded miles of sand,
neatly rippled golden sand,
after the big blow, nary a whisper,
like lust upon wires,
like digital heartburn,
or wires in the earth,
in the sand,
through sand,
over sand.

layin' on the land
wired images
like we saw
in clouds
as children &
as the big kids
that we are.....................

...lost in the wires...
lost pulses, wired orbit,
tireless blips in the strings,
zing 'round the cables in rings,
wrapped around a bright blue yarn,
seven times each second,
electrons around protons,
pointless and bruised,
in perpetual vibration.

the wires were
muddied this
week,

run over by the
john deere and
the bobcat,

all they need now
is a bath and a
fresh coat of
rust-o-leum....um....um....um.....

raining electrons,
and expensive wires,
and expensive images,
and weather systems amok,
and whole bi-polar problems,
diametrically-opposed, in legend.

here's the thing...
if you thought to dig the trenches
around the earth, at your own rich expense,
and thought to bury thought-control therein,
then why shouldn't you make a decent profit?
and why not wire the elections as well?

makes perfect sense to me,
and i'm not even from that class.