Writen at the Bedlam Theater over the course of the night during the Invisible Jazz show...an amazing performance



This is all new to me
    this taste soaking the tongue
warm and bitter saturating bone
weaving it's way into being-fibers
as the sound -check,check-
refined to stable -check1,check1 2- waves

The subtle turning of the dials
and my ligaments and tissue adjust to the harmony
Pushing and pulling of knobs stretching
    muscles into musical tune
til movement of body acompanies the guitar



Resting on the stillness of the balcony
my eyes hear the hum of city lights
Free floating mind begins to wnader
as the clouds settle in to do their best
at reflecting the concrete in the pale orange glow

Conversation spills out of the lounge
onto the rooftop
I turn from my search of the moon to the crowd
Nightlife sounds pick up as the background white noise
to the experimental performance of improvisational chatter
The players so caught by the dialogue,
the idea of stage dissapears
and they lose all sence of being an act.
I, the sole member of the audience, join them



It begins
it begins again
with the din
    of unsuspecting audiance fading out
    collective conscience in eager anticipation of
What comes next?
darkness and silence
always darkness and silence
as it begins
It begins again



Turmoil!
The noise!
what a racket
turn
turn
turn it down
down
you'll wake the dead
wake the dead
breathe
breathe new life
    bring new life to the brink
    the brink of oblivion
new life
    life is always on the brink
make it aware of all the noise



emergence
out of the cave and blinded
sensation trancending senses
experience first hand knowledge
and let loose primordal scream
as the essence meshes unconditionally
self obliteration and so much more
comes to light
in the fresh air