“So when the scarlet sun goes down,
If you open yourself to me,
In waters shimmering and silvered,
Over the balcony of the sea.
You will find a gentle wave,
You will find me there – dancing somewhere in that green sea light at dusk,
Running through white sands,
That extend infinitely along the horizon,
Under the crystal moon and wind chimes...”

“why should my bones yield
to dust,
with each day serving as further reminder
that at the end of the song
at the turn of the conversation
at apoptosis
at the parting of cells and rivers
we are faced wit the inevitable
uncomfortable thought of ash to ash,
dust to dust,
that just as we were spawned from dying stars
yielding to seven billion dying cells
that we must yield our dust to new life,
yielding passing shape & form
fleeting thoughts
to new earth.

but it can’t stop
once it’s begun”

“When you meet someone
remember that you are entering
the story of their life..

Just as they are an addition to
the marvelous depths of your experience
on this rock-
so are you to theirs.

Don’t think so mightily of yourself
that you cannot keep this in mind.”

“This is two years
come up and gone
for such a mangy crowd
of miserable twentysomethings,
passed out strung out
and rose again
from lovers to laborers
all back to oblivion
and we are mad gods...”

“Light Leak is an image that captures the present moment being inscribed as a tri-fold: down the middle is the heartbeat present of the moment, the right is the fading memory, and the white half is the purity of the future.”

“First a strip of red lines the horizon, not even high enough for the lake to see. The body moves in blackness, I know its crash as it splashes against the rocky shore. An embrace of the water and the land - this is a good place. I can feel droplets reach my skin- perhaps I am harder than I thought. Here, on this boundary between liquid and solid, I realize my weight. I match my breathing to the rhythm of the waves. The dark curtain rises a little higher. Long, thin stretches of cloud lay upon one another like lovers. Before long these black clouds glow pink as the sun draws nearer to the horizon. The blood red recedes to orange and expands wider. Its fingers are pink and I can see the shore line on both sides of me. The lake breathes in and out. There is nothing I can do except remain on the rock and breathe as well. I am overtaken. I am only where I am.”

“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough”

“I must write, quickly now

the Sun is going down

under the ridge’s height

its tall shadows sweeping all

of the valley that i sit inside.

Shine more light upon me

O brilliant Sun

for I have just been born

 

I must write, quickly now

the cold approaches-

returning invisible

hiding among the air

it lives in fog-

but I feel so happy now

with your light showing me my-self

 

Do not worry, Shining Sun

I know you shall return

to clear away the morning mist

and open my eyes once more”

“The siren-like sounds near the ending of Plastic Lime came from underwater recordings of Bowhead whales. Besides sounding awesome, almost warlike, we chose their sonic songs because they have an interesting history. Biologically, Bowhead whales are the oldest mammals (200+ years) on the planet. In recent times, people have found whaling tools lodged in their bodies that date back to the late 1800s. Bowheads have lived long enough to see the terrors of whaling practices and have in just a few generations learned to be wary of humans. They are now known to be some of the shyest whales, hiding underwater in the icy waters of the Arctic when humans are nearby.
Humans have many different interpretations of “The End of the World,” however we feel the Bowheads have, in a sense, experienced their own glimpse of the end. We are both fascinated with whales because even though they are the largest living things on the planet, they still remain one of the biggest Oceanic mysteries.”

“Some of us were checking our phones

some of us were stuck in traffic.

a little kid was playing with dolls

some of us were in shopping malls

and it came anyway

 

some of us were dancing in the kitchen

some of us were making love

some of us were walking the dog

some of us were stuck in a fog

and it came anyway

 

some of us were doing our chores

some of us were busy being whores

some of us had just been born

some of us were watching porn

and it came anyway

 



a musican had just gotten into tune

someone was reading in their room

and it came anyway

 

most of us were thinking about poor me

so many were watching TV

people were praying to their gods

when they found out it was all fraud

and it came anyway
 

Oh Mother, if only we had known 

you’d leave us before we’d grown

I swear I’d be better next time

I dropped you a line

sang you a rhyme

spent a dime.

The end is near, we heard them say

kept on living anyway

as if it was another ad to ignore

such a bore

Then we bought some more. 

I wish I had someone to blame

but Mother Night is calling my name

all my life I’ve felt ashamed

never thought I’d see the day

when it came anyway. 

 

There were people crossing desert sands

baby bodies washing up on foreign lands

people trying to make ends meet

people marching in the street

people just living their lives

trying to survive modern times

hoping to enjoy a little more wine

or cross the border line

and it came anyway. ”