Excerpt from Mortar, Electrons, Breath & Whispers

“…Full cranium dump delivers my own absence of light,
inscrutable stars, lousy scratchjerk amateur’s film
that we all build in simple programming rolls
to play our piano in rhapsodies, pastorals, pumping
blues, hysterics, constricting cement, bleak time,
frustrated that our memories are made by only us
and lack the story, the arc, calculus of beauty
in movies played day and night at the multiplex.
Who of us leads a life that could sell popcorn?…”