The Crematorium
Dedicated to sepia Turners and Empires of fading Fighting Temeraires
Life…Floating just
Tugged out of gold leaf frames on yellowing Edwardian wallpaper
The Fighting Temeraire
Dedicated to generations who hoped against hope she would never sink
Life…Black coal smoke
Life…I don’t need to be there
Too dreary and dismal the night
And the daylight no longer feels quite right
Life…Seems that I’m swaying on my last legs
Have drunk down to the very last dregs
And the dregs they read you no future?
Life…The last sick synapse fires so little memory
Never can it explain these sublime but twisted universes
Ommm…Life…Step back step back
The synapse fires no memory of the screaming chemistry of these last thoughts
Life…It reads me no future
Blink
And I am gone
Life…Black coal smoke
Smut for John Constable
The Fighting Temeraire
The stoker feeds the tugboat’s boiler with sawn up pieces of her masts
The Crematorium
℗ © 2023 A-Soma, David F. Brandon, 2024
Aboard Tugboat London
Face like a poker
The London’s stoker
Nothing left for him to say
Nothing left for him
On the dawn of this new Eocene
On the dawn of this new Eocene
The Jolly Joker
Face like a poker
The London’s stoker
Nothing left for him to say
Nothing left for him
On the dawn of this new Eocene
On the dawn of this new Eocene
℗ © A-Soma, David F. Brandon, 2024
Two tracks from “Jokers”, a concept album created in collaboration with A-Soma, a musical voyage from beginning to end, a work that navigates against the current...
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