A walk (with Tycho)


Happy bells chime bon soleil

Night tides recede and bid all

embrace the day

Sun stamps imprimatur mighty

glass fragments multi facet

Spread over surf and sand

A walk, upon the strand

Cries of joy, laughter

echo across the bay

The air quickens with current

Static charges fill the vacuum

leaving water, rise away

All life swept into this rhythm

This is the current of the day


Hang the DJ

Hes the Duke of Toques

Chillmaster Slim

Only sees the console

while they’re all watching him

Flashing strobes

Epileptic’s bane

Digital redoubt

Parties insane

Its the new jam session

beats per minute rule

They ride up in an Outback

with racks emblazoned Thule

Their down tempo revolution

never meant to cause a stir

Tripping balls in that solution

and we’ll never wonder who they were


Boards of Canada



Welcome Wednesday

The sticky syrup begins

it’s pained descent down the wall

from the landing zone above the stove

Like the day rolls down

in an ambient dub chill

Where skies and clouds are ever large

and this highway has no ending


The 3/4 pound rodent

The 12 oz. mouse

He’s on the prowl

His malice looming

Contemptuous scowl



Into privacy he will barge



A small presence looms large

He’s mean

He’s green

12 oz. mouse

Is in the house