Riding the Static

Collection of poems hopefully to become a concept album some day.

Riding the Static, Part I: Sent Spinning

Ten thousand suns Run spinning in the dark. Skating on the gears Of Chronos' clock. Racing 'round our own Little porcelain globe, We cast ourselves...

Riding the Static, Part II: The Signal

Hello, can you hear me? Hello, can you hear me? Hello, can you hear me? A beacon rises from The murky oblivion, Bright and pulsating And forgotten it...

Riding the Static, Part III: Skeletal

[Dead. It's all dead.] _______________ The world lies frozen At our feet. Rusted monoliths Stand watch. The bones lie scattered In the street...

Riding the Static, Part IV: Inside the Vault

The Vault stands resolute Against acidic Time. It must have much to say. There is much it must have seen. It's steady, stony gaze Is all that now...