Short Poem

rhythmic procession of days
digital memory, knowledge coming and going
logic of rock and roll:
thanks to heroic self-sacrifice to psychedelia, I hallucinate drug-free
echoes of radio static: neurons, cells, cell-like biota,
zoetropic aurality, recognition of self, mirror staging,
dissociative panic, stirrings of uncertainty, prefigurations
the feeling that, no, this isn’t life is it?
life in the woods, life in skyscrapers, life at home
sirens on roadways as loud as sirens in dreams
Joseph Hurtgen