KWLC: audio interface

(r)EJECT: I label myself.
       (another Friday night underground)

Down in the station, alone, I am in control.
I am a rosy child clawing through the
moist soil in search of her very own roots.

Alone and dirty under (the) ground,
      I glance at the clock, an old LP,
while recording the readouts--
      liquid crystal display.


transmittor: ON
      communication? life signs?
      positive, though weak in number.

The pen taps itself nervously
      on the clipboard.

Who will interface w/ me?
      do MY interfacing--
my power level dwindles
      (two years of my life spent here)
sputters, and the signal fades.

Pin back those lucid bangs,
     BARE my eyes:
self-discovery through vinyl.

Volume surges in the headphones--
            1240 AM (gold):
gilded cherubs of sound.

May 2005