a sharp solid wail

inside the orb;
he’s framed all right but
a flat tire anyway
Frulle's sharp solid wails
while waxing a disc
the studio is murky and
contrasts mature on the exterior lawn

there are only the automatic voices
of elevators this late
chatting plexiglas doors responding
to microchips slow-moving
runways behind cobalt hurdles

(PO Johnson and Ande)


Note: Ande and I have had quite some collaboration over the net and we managed to do a joint ebook (free). He did most of the editing and selected the photos. Great job. There are some huge collaboration software tools nowadays! :)

Me and Ande also talked about if this could be something for Flowers of Sulfur, creating an ebook of poems and artwork. It is free to do this on lulu.
To top it all, we also wrote a joint poem (above).