Monday’s Music Box: Soundtrack for Surfing…The Cinematic Orchestra

This is my city.

My city is a dark city.

My city sleeps in the light.

Comes alive when niceties,

formalities, moralities doze.

Murder capital. Mainstream

mainline midwest nightmare.

Only a city could have made this.

Only a city would have made this happen.

Susurrations and  permutations

in plain black and white surreal noir.

Darkness made Visible. Organic ordination

in non-ordinal imaginary numbers.

The Order of the Night.

The statistics lie and we are all spies

sleeping through our lives and

turning and turning and turning

on each other and turning

each other on

and off, on and

off, on

and

off.