Elkhart is an ambient exploration of transient emotion and atmosphere. It is the first foray of sound, noise, and music as an Art Form for both Anna and myself. “Can’t Elope” is about the idle nature of rainy days. Headphones highly recommended.
Something gets said andthe air ripples a straight-linehair across your closest eye—snaps against the bridge ofyour nose and pops yourglasses.
You buried your cigarettebutts in the black-sinewsand pulsed up by the wake—delivered to its dead anddying friends floating on thetop of this reflected mountainunder you
Sentient mother six foot tall with those heels dyed pink to match the pole
Ed Hardy bag “hardly egged hag” two or three in a trailer in Reno
Tuck ‘em in (the firefight roars) burning down the back yard extinguished in acid rain
Salient mother two feet, all
stay busykeep your handsmoving, occupied
keep your braincranking with possibility
know that noone canreadthis tiny handwriting
the great consideration of the beatniks wasjust jazzin
a trade secret they’ve come to contemplate posthumously