Wayne Mason
An Apocalypse More Deadly
A gap is an endless stream of human sound verbalizers’ engine and holiness of heaven in secret places. Vultures circle dead of numbers that do not want to talk.
Fantasia metal and war machines will fall from heaven....
Reset revolutions, enlightened public officials to respond myths, movement of gravity, the shapes of strange UFO and otherwise. Landscapes replaced by robotic shadows and sounds in the dark.
The voices whisper in the shadow of the machine. Drunk, sad American poets watch the prison buildings and steel perimeters.
A stable disease leaves the factory, stopped falling monsters footsteps. Only silence.
"I'm going to the moon, the stars, forgetting the moon does not extinguish the sun. In this regard, we shall go out and create much more power thought trapped in dream. Prayer pitter-patter-spitting snuff smoke. An extension, simple and poetic made between -eternity.”
The sun is above the horizon waiting for the explosion, and the voice of the angels, a certain proportion of thinking and expressive approaches.
Wayne Mason is a writer and sound artist from Central Florida. He is the author of six chapbooks, and is the former poetry editor for Side Of Grits, and The Tampa Bay Muse. Wayne Mason has also been active in experimental music for over twenty years recording ambient, experimental and noise sounds, both solo and as one half of the electronic project Blk/Mas.
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Radio Earth
Factories playing
radios of
the
earth.
The spiritual intervention of
simple movement
Mechanical zen lost in
the hum
Linear contortion where fiction preaches denial
Transformation into musical compositions, this
Use of light and dusk
Right on with the great deal of
smoke
I am not
That hidden
By Word Multiplying Time
Of wide infinity lines,
/cut/
Focus!
Internal absolute,
the factory of words. Dreamachine and minds
inseminating flexible wandering frequency in interrogation. Meaning a rapid
past, the
dream life overlapping, drifting over
Walking, pattering
Beat and chase
free jazz meditation, and perspective of image
I can
point using familiar
consciousness
Their
signals
which mind
has is inventive
present white noise?
By word multiplying time…
A gap is an endless stream of human sound verbalizers’ engine and holiness of heaven in secret places. Vultures circle dead of numbers that do not want to talk.
Fantasia metal and war machines will fall from heaven....
Reset revolutions, enlightened public officials to respond myths, movement of gravity, the shapes of strange UFO and otherwise. Landscapes replaced by robotic shadows and sounds in the dark.
The voices whisper in the shadow of the machine. Drunk, sad American poets watch the prison buildings and steel perimeters.
A stable disease leaves the factory, stopped falling monsters footsteps. Only silence.
"I'm going to the moon, the stars, forgetting the moon does not extinguish the sun. In this regard, we shall go out and create much more power thought trapped in dream. Prayer pitter-patter-spitting snuff smoke. An extension, simple and poetic made between -eternity.”
The sun is above the horizon waiting for the explosion, and the voice of the angels, a certain proportion of thinking and expressive approaches.
The Stain Remains
Use the pre-programmed
dream, my
interior night
as to
something I
hear and run= consciousness.
the film we play:
pre-recorded road
moon shapes the
sky
begin
with
long programming
Ego/cut/ Replicate
breathing sensual memories?
Underneath
my
machine.
the
stain remains
Wayne Mason is a writer and sound artist from Central Florida. He is the author of six chapbooks, and is the former poetry editor for Side Of Grits, and The Tampa Bay Muse. Wayne Mason has also been active in experimental music for over twenty years recording ambient, experimental and noise sounds, both solo and as one half of the electronic project Blk/Mas.