Sedulous Surveyance

wallpaper sludge

smirk

do you see it now?

the ooze...the wretch?

withold no image,

design no fraud

but that which holds mind's eye

it peels

eyes glisten

marbled grotesque squares weep gloomily
heat soaking the air saps glue of strength

fixated now in maniacal stare
turgid drip, tenebrous lip,
mottled sorrow gripped blue

bare, splintered skeleton of a back panel wall
dents, blotches – agnsty wood meant for concealment
gasping for breath neath glotonous globs of gloom
but adhesive covers like midnight dew

cool to touch
yet instant shiver of titillation
the viscous coats fingers
separation yields only cobwebs
yes strands of corpulent silk
but where nests the spider?
eight beady voids of light enrapturing
darkness – the eyes unaware of
eight crunchy legs bristling with
fibers – the hair so fine

eye

phosphorescent green

filaments of juandice

jets of galactic gold

encapsulate deep teeming

hopelessly lost black

peering into the scene

peeping is its scheme

Tom Waits

Scoobzeet Sudza Wada growls the ruffled man in brown, meticulously squirmin like a wayward vaudeville clown. Clanks and tinks and thumps and bumps: the junkyard percussion howls, buttressing a lewd portrayal of some far distant town.

These tunes mandate scrupulous attention, else Tom Waits' monologues pass by as habituated road noise's dull roar seeps into the background of our thoughts. His stories immerse the mind as should a verbosely descriptive book, yet tis much easier to swipe eyes cross page than understand what Mr. Waits just spoke. The music and instrumentation, though wonderfully wildly varying, (sometimes ripe with emotion, other instances bare, base and blundering) should not hold focus, for it functions as a mood setting device, adding depth to each account unmatched within the confines of written language. But taken with Tom Waits' specific vocal timber for the piece, each composition holds full propensity to usher sensation bordering audio induced hallucinatory journeys upon the mind's eye.

Shore Leave (Swordfishtrombone)


Small Change (Small Change)


Step Right Up (Small Change)


Pasties And A G-String (Small Change)


Frank's Wild Years (Swordfishtrombone)