Last Night I Dreamed Of Television - Jeffrey Foucault

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