changing the time

over the green roofs the half-light
promises little but reveals so much
the air-vents there beyond my clutch
shadows imitating vanished night
above the sky a palish pearly sight
the blaring radio functions as a crutch
keeping me sane and totally in touch
with a world that always wants to fight
morning traffic hides beyond the trees
i'm quite alone but that will change
holding me in my place is simple duty
nothing moves there's hardly any breeze
for a moment everything seems strange
and yet this new day has its own beauty

day's dominion

this light's not made of focused beams
the sun's the bluest sharpest eye
electrochemistry of dreams

you have not seen what duty deems
the rightful mode to fight the lie
this light's not made of focused beams

the normal signals are not memes
contrails crosshatch in the clear sky
electrochemistry of dreams

what's been observed is not what seems
so apt to live and quick to die
this light's not made of focused beams

echoing day my window gleams
this rainy month has been so dry
electrochemistry of dreams

all comes to madness in those schemes
which off the table seem to fly
this light's not made of focused beams
electrochemistry of dreams