Black Vinyl



Image of dancing lady

language of making

Black Vinyl



Needle riding uniform waves; disc tilting while circling

around your open ears, open arms, half-slit eyes’ moan

New sounds, pushing against the normal daily beat

It’s only a fabrication, analog impressions, orchestrations

Only cues for recalled hot-nerve twitch muscle movements

checking off notes on your nervous system’s To-Do list


Black vinyl spins you, barbaric leggy Eve of all creation’s

spontaneous first note—Life—to the making


      —Pure Vibration’s belly dance Mistress

You, the cradle of carbon noisemakers kick-tooth gap spanner

Now needle’s jumping, out of its groove hue, black to blues

The carpet is warmest jungle fiber mingling with dancing toes

Be felled; tunes for timber, its sound is marrow, melt to the floor

Back to the pool in wonder, streaming all matter to all energy

black vinyl spins you in the language of making—skip, jump, skip


in the making

in the making

in the making 




Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s