Jeffrey Foucault Follow

Last night I dreamed of television
And the stars fell down on me
In an avalanche of static singing
Darker than the sea

The great machines were dying
The slavers rust away
Last night I dreamed of television
And I wept for break of day

Last night I drank the breath of horses
Falling underneath the waves
Of an empty A.M. ocean singing
Silent as the grave

The moon was cold as cathode light
Rising up above the plain
Last night I dreamed of television
And my tears fell down like rain

Crying
Crying
Crying

Last night I felt like I was dying
And dying felt the same
As silver clouds of ether singing
Wild through my brain

The natural numbers burning tires
The wildness that we made
Last night I dreamed of television
And it felt like nothing