SHIPWRECKED ON COLUMBUS DAY
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
 
Untutored dreams wake to the alarm clock mentor, the moon lingers in 
the morning sky like a ghost on trial, like an assumed innocent that is 
guilty all the while. He feels the labor of the wheels thru a landscape 
perpetual winter, that brooding moon haunts the face of every 
direction, he stares into it with an abstract affection. This surreal scene 
mutates into a realism grotesque, sobering spectacle and caffeine 
slowly rouse the sleepy rage, the heavens in audience to the new 
worlds tragic stage. Every day’s slow burden a casually epic conquest, 
sidewalk extras; jackhammer applause urge the bottomless 
commotion, he assumes his duties with a heretics devotion. Absolved 
with a paycheck and your made in the USA, shipwrecked on Columbus 
day. All the fury of creation shapes his fist of destruction, sometimes 
the walls just look like they want to come down, but this isotonic 
friction just builds the muscles of this town. Hells shadow is raw 
material in the paradise of production, he sees the snake quit the den 
of Eden’s creditors, they invest there capital in bigger and better 
predators. He makes his route by the woes and wonder shocked, his 
troubled pulse keeps time with the traffic lights, red yellow and green 
the engines only rights. Sidewalk shoppers with TV eyes; the windows 
wonder stocked, a truck with a poster; have you seen me; he knows he 
has some place, the reflection in the windshield superimposes his face. 
Dying by the book but the ambulance is on the way, shipwrecked on 
Columbus day. Asleep at the wheel dreaming that he’s going 
somewhere, can’t begin to face the hideous fact that he’s already 
there, his thoughts an oasis to this barren dreamed out desert, alive 
with the tease; the motored bodies of the f*** flirt, every nerve starved 
vision embedded In the numbness of the concrete, the highways 
bravado just a coast to coast dead end street, he’s just another jilted 
passenger with a longing so vivid it’s fragile, decomposition of the will 
goes unnoticed; it’s so gradual, the story on every strangers tongue 
reads like a ghost written cliche, different version different description 
of the one that got away, and change is dragged like an anchor by a 
one joke judge and a laugh track jury, the laws of futility renegotiate 
the fury, he feels like a victim with no killers face to accuse, the first 
rule of free trade slavery is learn to nourish what you abuse, he sleeps 
every night dreaming the American dream just to wake to the American 
nightmare, last night he was a Rodin come to life asking for directions 
to nowhere. There’s no end to how lost you can be when you don’t 
know the way, shipwrecked on Columbus day. 
Dec.98