“Put it on tape so we can listen in the car” The car’s horn sounded and I left the flat. First question, is it as good as on the radio? Second, where are we going?
We pulled away and headed to a pub he’d been to before.
When our sliver of magnetically arranged emulsion playback sonically introduced itself
I was flat out, horizontal, steam pressed yet as pliable as an 80gsm sheet of paper.
You could cup me in your hand and gently blow me away as you would seeds of a dandelion.
I studied it and wanted a lover, so we might emulate this
As Jason drives to nowhere I know, the cars windows closed,
quiet street lamps lightly drag and skip their fingers across our cars exterior as our hazy smoke filled envelope, containing soft constant cymbals that accompanied off beats, dull heavy thuds and high C electronic strings pass you by
You . . . yes you, the pedestrian, are unknowingly party to a seismic shift.