floodingcaliforniassilverlash
If ever there was a real dream
this would be the one;
when Sebastian gone sincere,
guys screaming ‘In Circles’
(Sunny Day’s surge they always cover),
and figurines and expectations converged
in a Subcity living room
cardboard cross the floor so so much
on their ways in and a- about the place
where something always bout to emerge;
and Radio’s switched, definitively anthem-like
zoomed face sneaking embraces so sweet;
and ever since Sebastian dribbled thee opening
embarking moon soundmasking airwaves,
rising like scent of rain
and now distinctly reinforcing hearts;
twists in pranging shapes quiescent
like ignited lights – overlapping tingles,
lucid connections….
so cool. Like the general base for the tips
connecting our tongues/infinite
expositions
way in there, started the skids … in
[That which we are trying to change
into words; that which seams
immediate toothes
..as it had.. that hinting boomerang swoop;
that fantastic return in the smallest articulation,
smashed walls with silences
[damn you folks rock. wait. wait.
that which consumes us here...
in that vein..will just spray the barriers]
overfilled resonations that everyone
who already knew
but still could figure it out
Right?
Thus creatively stealing the….
but still wanting to, well, just check again.
twice. three times. four if necessary.
Look over your shoulder one more time.
check
check it again. and again and again...check check
again.
once more. look again. Look just one more time.
just look one more time.
just take one more look...
just take one more look before crossing
that old subliminal bridge.
And his finger hit
that switch. So, the bombs come
…
you will make it alive.
But bring Here, with a few gears left,
tightening star,
pull a tad further in, faster, stronger, crank it
harder and harder closer, toward that
inevitable splattered speakers
hitting the fan .....
to separate from the wonder ...
on the verge of unraveling ...
Enough is enough.
Mass produce the cures and
open the alien museums. Yea _ let us
tear down these walls the sound placed
the eruption seriously Universal
understanding; trust me.
Or we selling Your shit back..]
“Give us the body” ..freshet shhheds
of shredded flophouse heads 5 rows deep;
ducked away;
pwish pwish pwish foots in prints
moshpit stained russet sheets;
and indefinable vinyl hung behind Radio,
that crinkled these:
“Mellacious bums mainly” descriptions, lyrics—
“fluorescent under shirts”—“tale flash scripts,
takingblankpictures”—scribed Sebastian
sings—“Nnnnicked-white. Reekoshay bright
myfidgets’doubleinthespot _ Liiiiiiiiighiight!”…
just jaggedly sketched like flyers
pinned to SUs tackboard; still-carries kids
a-hold of backpack straps –’Extended Knuckles
WITH Raaaadiooooh tonight @8!!...’—
miscellaneously dispersing dreams forever in,
and out, down dormitory halls, blooming ’lo-fi sounds
unfurling through the parted-sea_ofrrririddling’
very few knew about; like the white canvas.
T-shirt screennames,
perfect absence photographed; flames
undecorated souls reeed. One dude yelled
Sebastian’s, “pure snatch YOur demo Too-day,
AhhDeeDahhssSS!”
between sets, an intermission.
Shallow jaw, eye-circles contracting glances
shifting warmbodies, painted alive inside
shrouded fuzz, and,
[in the land of a thousand dances]
all-together etched such smoky
mingling pockets, creases at the edges
of long-sleeve layers
a new museum of voices
ricochet in a reflection broken
to the crouched raves so similar
to swift graffiti sprays/painted, large ‘RADIO’’
the once empty vinyl-white poster.
our Sebastian, “whatever dude,
evrything you wears,” pours further,
“..disparages California, bro. But..”
moistens lips, “all you display is the sinking
when every significant band makes one
one song, Flooding California….”
pierces the veil.
These destined cool cool saints,
With the end of his cigarillio
oracles mulling brilliance,
glided whispers waning;
discovering the band was one thing.
Radio coming undone, burns a hole
in the flailing as beat and pummels
like cheat codes accessing,
awaiting the kryptonite to subside
its heavy coated soak…. and
Like a corroded spine... so lit!
yet so slows me down the walls coming
but below the white banner, head in arms
across knees; but in the static,
ripped feeds backing raining seconds,
“ya-- short evocable transmissions – And cascade”. .
Sebastian festooned.
Thwaps advent pwatt pwatt patt putt patt pwutt;
then he originates trendy
dissented brow furrowed, orbit yearning sheer
emo relentless, honing fiddles,
xhausted fissure riffs, frisson rifts;
then “Launch of agony” restlessly drips
multiple echoed chords dragged from
pasted skeeves shuffled and garage-raw
blended, extended, chiseled, pierced innate
as heads scream it silently.
But In a melodic rush, unrehearsed,
blends of little feedback on cymbals
and distortion spiraled thick, hypnotized …
Sebastian shoegaze
channeled in it right before our ears/throats/gnarly-harsh
cries turned inside out __shjung jhjung jhjung j-jung jung —
mmm _ which can’t be interpreted,
swamping senses you just can’t...
you just can’t believe in dire addled..
..----Mystique - as along opposite wall;
Floating, the gravitating quilts draped
around the perimeter;
and in looks, she, rises about like
this brand new flame rolling like
{’Crack open the energy and the lids
and the flashing soul reach
to embrace fiddles all vein-shard rippled}
ripped into anthem-like vinyl
scratches snagged subcity snug perfections Yo.
So her quicksilver slivers, so much cooler….
so extravagant, as if subsiding the volume,
hold her. Her breath holds, there,
a little too expatiating bright momentum
like we crash/link-connect-ing_shards
ever endless in these glides honing,
approaching fades of the raging innocence
electrifying cardboard carpets.
All unpinched, smooth luxurious,
chills diluted untouchable in drips
upon fingertipped horizons; as they happen,
as they open underneath the surface,
convert her angles, and fret blinks,
glints, as this eyelash clings
ohhh thats too too gorgeous anymore
and too too bold; forms goofy
little scrambled intuitions instilled
in the actual impact, in reflecting squints,
and rounded looks and piercing and drums and
our dude … Sebastian singing to her
Don’t get between a girl
Being sung to
Mashed movements, warmbodies
whip gazes underneath my brim
eclipsing thee stor-E in as mighty as ever has been ...}
she begs eternally, too infinite. Reflected,
“which song is this!?” breaks the silence
To me; within our real fluttered blips
of bad connections, transparently rolling
silhouettes where I was before I..}
She started seeing thee holograms of the
_yeah, just glowing mirages mirroring;
to everybody listening and ahhhhh
screaming -ADEEDAhhS!} flashing
gnarly fingers and fast plucks oh such,
oh such that folks {just shedding
the infinite as spine pouring as
flows of thin lines exposed…
One untouchable whereabouts,
held breath –her held breath...
Slid a bra strap together with spaghetti strip
a butterfly print/summer dress; over her shoulder.
Fanning wiled slits deeper than horizons,
parted strawberry blonde swipes
all ancient gasps; eyelashes dazzle
.. soooo… futuristic. She goes, “OH!
This’s gonna be my irritation I bet!!”
as tiny blinks and exhales cleft,
as a sliver of Mizzle’s silver moment ripped
very loose, and his veins infamous,
wiped upon my fingertip.
{Speakers ruptured, explode instant,
the atmosphere swept with artifacts
phones recording this
that will be leaving every trace of
it - experience} …even the silverlash;
erupt her atlantic eyes, and patience
like skidmarks in pavement, or what smile
her face meant when Sebastian
yelled across like silence, {“NO! It IS your song!
} dialing ‘Snniiiuuu’ --phoom!
collapsing backs, echoes of swift gooseflesh,
like a wish off soundless —she blink, {Yes?}
as the silverlash into the plastic
the piercing, the fistula I breath
through the weep hole to the other side
in strokes of one Flooding California