They say channeling anger into microphones
Will a provide answers and access empathy
It might create a new record of long distance
Lifes based upon postered campaigns
radio language lost on listening ears
curtains draped over shoulders that couldn’t
hold the sunlight back
Iron Sickle cellulose viewed Under microscopes
creating programmed regressions
scrapped metals misinterrupted transmissions.
As they rush the flooded sentinels
concreted comic books graffiti aging walls
Smashed recording devices and tapes to hang
Empty Vodka bottles from miniature citrus trees
empty like me as vast as the most negative emotion
the ocean is now full Of Sunken ships in bottles
And messages that never reached their end
no oil but a spill that could burn for days.
and create blockades to crates of Cretian lemonade
Revisiting Televised pictures thirty years on
the place has seen architects remodel
Digging down and your see the old records
hidden below lines of photographic sight.