the sizzignal backwalla of dish network and xm extuperates my vining brain

continental continuity kits wash off the shores of reason in a kind of contextual incontinence
dribs and drabs became the main event, but
then the mains events flows into secondary port cities

: can’t afford themselves and the signals sputter
personal boldness takes too much spasm
let alone cultural boldness, to be etched in oldness
shall I rhyme spasm with chasm? (No, perhaps nazz-ism)

let it rain
radio-active rain pelts the personality like ice pick hail
that mere sniveling won’t arrest from curlicuing into infinity
smilingly evapotransparent solvents run over us from outer space

what signal leisure event transpires that no one can safely ignore?
where does the residue of its reverberation flow? What does it signify?
Why do our pulses undulate to the beat of electromagnetic magic?
Wazzat?

Rocks with running riplets rivulate into rapids to the lakes and oceans
Dissipating and dissolving matter on their circuitous way
I know its saying something, I know I hear it, I know I don’t know what
But speaking, shrieking, singing the liquid effervesces scintillatingly on

Robotic paths to follow through the dumb natural silences, the singing rivers swerve
Sizzling acid forevers elongate and erupt in tonal excresence in our midsts