AN INDIVIDUAL PURCHASES NEW GUITAR PICKS AND USES EACH TO STRIKE A NOTE ONLY ONCE; HE DOES THIS FOUR TIMES STRIKING FOUR NOTES IN SEQUENCE: D-E-A-D; HE PLACES THE PICKS IN ORDER FROM TOP TO BOTTOM IN A PICK HOLDER ATTACHED TO A MIC STAND HOLDING A LIVE MICROPHONE CONNECTED TO A CHROMATIC TUNER.  

the iridescent tower lights on the horizon
they might as well be stars to me
nothing between us but dead air
and even if I could reach them or decode their flickering
I’d never truly understand them
blasting 50,000 watts of maximum rock
they are as foreign to me
and my understanding now
as dark matter...

one day I want to hang
all the stars
in front of the clouds
I want to bring the infinite approximate
I want to do impossible things
through simple circumvention of the rules

but then
there is the sky
and you’re still dead
there is the moon
and you’re still dead
there are the stars
and you’re still dead

eventually I may need to come to terms with reality, move to Nashville, and get a new tattoo:
Live average, die middle-aged

[GUITAR PICKS, MIC STAND, MICROPHONE, PICK HOLDER, CHROMATIC TUNER, SPEAKER, AUDIO CABLES  - sculpture]

2010