The poem involves some elaborate play with the layout which, for reasons that only the gods of the internet know, does not seem to be working in this blog, no matter what I do (and I have tried a multitude of methods). So I am just going to post it as it is, or as blogger decides to present it, because the words are the main thing anyway, the presentation is just some added interest. But if you want to see it as it was meant to appear, you can take a look at it on MySpace by clicking here: Eine Steine Nacht Muzak.
So, here we go:
Eine Steine Nacht Muzak
cries and vespers
In the new TimeSpace
the trains all run
on Time
running on big and little hands
digits take a ride on the readout
if you passengers go
collect 200 Chronars
then the Conductor
signals with his baton
waves his major wand
drumming his arcane autograph
a unique Time signature
as he scores a TKO
with his holepunch
And
You
find yourself coldclocked
and
down for the
count down
to the wire
The bell rings, but
does it bring you
salvation
or
salivation?
whine and compline
do you see them?
Shoveling
days, hours, minutes,
seconds, and their fractions
to feed
the furnace
fire
Burning
calendars and schedules
to fire up the engine
it is
a
steamy sequence
——just put your lips
——together
——and blow
——toot sweetly
All Power to the LocoMotivational "quote!"
We are driven by
attraction
repulsion
desperation
excitation
exhilaration
levitation
magnetic fields, our fuel's gold
lead-free noble gases
for alchemical transportations
sand transformed to our glasses
bottling 60 fluid minutes at a "pop!"
Eine Kleine Bottle, Möbius?
crossings and matins
And so the Sun's dial-up service
offers to telegraph the moves,
but Time tables the proposal,
as the TimeZoners,
saving daylight,
saving clockface,
Commit spatial intercourse, clockholding you once
Again, and the voyeuristic clock watchers
watch the watch, man,
watches, repaired to the
drawing room
to be drawn and
quartered, ready to spring forth only to fall a
quarter back "sneak!"
And you wonder where does the
Time go?
AWOL Time——Warn her!
Or is it
too late...?
You thought you were getting off
at Times Squared,
But
it looks like Grand Central Station, after
All;
prime and ignite
Time shares its management techniques with you.
How to keep on track.
How to railroad proposals.
Training you to be a model trainer
schooled to stop watches
the rail
way
line
'em
up
an'
gun
'em
d
o
w
n. . . . . . . . . . .
schooled to order
the order of the day
following
following
Efficiency!
Efficiency über Alice
in der welterland!
so
On Sorrow!
On Pity!
On Human!bondage
by the wrist, watch it, every hour on the hour
——into
——the
——cattle car we go . . .
Keeping Time?
No, not at All . . .
Serving Time!
An e l a p s e d—a—n—c—e
of judgment
So will you cry havoc?
And let loose the chains of custody?
in dogged pursuit of
Time released? Is there no
escape Key? Is there no way out of
this escapade? Is there no breaking the lease
on this escapement? "Fire!"
So will you Sound
the alarm?
Clock adoodle ado
about no thing
and
as
sanity claws at you
Will you take a bite out of Time?
Will you take a sainted nick out of Time, nipper? Or
are you mesmerized by your master's racing
Voice?
Say-ain't it so Jo Jo? Heard it on the radio
just a silly little
nano nano second
man o man o shave it's
close, in concord and
in concert
will you commit a mortal synchronize?
or will you take the Type A-Train in search of the
Holy Rail? "third!"
And which will your immortal soul be riding today?
the subway
or
the el?
terce and tightlipped
Time flies
Time flees
Time flows
Time floats
Time floods
Time speaks
Time speeds
Time heals
Time wounds
Time kills
Time eats
Time lives
Time life
Time books
Time magus's seen the trouble I know
Time borrows
Time sells
Time shares
Time runs
Time pieces it all together
Time tolls
Time tills
Time told
Time tells you off "mad align!"
Time's passed pasTimes are Time it was wants upon a Time
Time is
Rivers
Mountains
Fields
and Pastures
and you
enduring durations under duress
enduring eons of erroneous eras
as the epoch-collapse now
awaits you
and
the
end Times grow near
The End of His story
A mad deus X-Machina
And like clockwork
you wait for it
you throw all of your
weight into it "gravity!"
dig those grooves for graves, man
and, Hi digger, more tin, for your being on time
neither early
nor late shall you be, but
Punctual.
To the point.
Punk.
Or are you feeling ducky today? "quack!"
You must put all of your dialects in a row
Low Chairman,
of course, and Iddish too,
and Heisenberg
answered t'ain't he
high Sandburg? um, certainly
so you might as well take a load off
no point to tressel with angels when
a sleeper car awaits
so
get your ticket from the divine office
to stand trial in the
New Castle
——cough——qu'est-ce que c'est, Franz?
you must open with A miner's key and pick axis monday
And don't forget to
get your coal for the crematorium
Do you want one lump?
Or two?
sext and violins
And Maxwell dementedly
demonstrates
four dimensions of
demonic
demands
electrons
protons
neutrons
and chronons
as he lets loose
his hammer
to strike the
silver bell
bang bang
toot toot
and he reads from his book of hours
by the light of his candle
and as the perfume of burning parchment
fills your nostrils
the endgineer is boiling over
breaking
boundaries
and barriers
Sound
Light
and Time
he is engaged in whistle
blowing
off steam
breaking records
ignoring history
repeats
repeats
repeats
repeats
repeats
repeats
repeats
brakes failing the
runaway train
has left
the station
Caboose
on the loose!
Better vamanoose!
Because the rapid has gone
v a p i d!
So you fire your diabolical canonical
Because it's all too late and
Because yours is a
Brutal sentimentality and a
Violent nostalgia
And so, you find yourself all Maxed out
And all the Doctor can do is to tell you to
Take two Time capsules
And call him
Because morning has broken and
Nobody knows how to fix it and
Nobody knows how to End this
Night
all or none
But the heart still keeps the beat
pulsating in waves
and particles, the
blood's rush hour to the
head engorged and
ravine us
ears hear the drums talking
talking
talking
talking
talking
so let the rhythm take you now
as the coxswain quickens the pace
and
we are clocked at speeds of shining brilliance
and soft luminescence
as e e quells mc's square head
and
Time bends
for a
Mote's art and a divine stein (beer with me please)
like skipping stones across
the surface
of the
waters of memory
In the New Now
the faster we go
the longer it takes
we can live forever
if we————————————————————accelerate
——Lance Strate
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