people often describe the music that my sister and i create, as “haunting”. to me, this as a compliment. i love the idea of the other side. of things unseen.
i’m fascinated by what’s left behind. a deep chill.
but i only enjoy the story. fictional. a harmless ghost.
no sleep
echoes rotate me awake.
and there they sit
indian style
somewhere between
my indigo – i gulp
and my yellow – i quiver
pulsing.
not a
too much candy tummy ache
nor a
sinking dread sensation
…
a well
black and mute
stagnant
…
hey remember when baby jessica was trapped in that well back in ’87? and of course “radio bart”, one of my all time favorite simpsons episodes.
