SINGING BRIDGES

I wrote this for Bowie's Man Who Fell To Earth. Ground control to Major Woz.

WITHOUT (ORIGINAL WINTER VERSION)

I found this on master tapes that had been baking on the sun. In listening to it now, I can hear that the song was completely realized here, more so than the album version. Proof once again that primitive forms often eclipse their evolved descendants.

UNHINGED

Imaad Wasif 31st Century Man
First Single
No Resistance



Unhinged

I can feel the mooring coming apart
The little ways in which those who grieve lose their vibrant hearts
A Cygnet adrift above a shiver of sharks
In every drop of blood I hear the frenzied playing of harps

I am becoming what I am becoming
The feeling of pushing away

You see I lost a child along the way
It taught me how to smile wildly as I took the pain
And in time I learned to milk the tragedy
In my ears the sound of moths constantly fluttering

I am becoming what I am becoming
The feeling of pushing away
As I'm coming unhinged
Unhinged
Unhinged
Unhinged
Unhinged

1Q84

1Q84 written by Imaad Wasif for the mindfilm adaptation of the same title (One Q Eighty-Four or ichi-kew-hachi-yon (いちきゅうはちよん Ichi-Kyū-Hachi-Yon?)) based on the novel by Haruki Murakami.

MR MOJO DYIN

VOCAL/GUITAR I. WASIF, BOBB BRUNO ON BASS
LA WOMAN

THE VISITOR

I heard the splendor of fear,

  but I felt nothing.

I heard the harp of the New Albion,

its detuned chorale sweeping through the hills,
while a swarm of flies gathered in the sunlight nearby,

ushering in a new day –

  but I do not feel any differently now.

A black tapestry still hangs on the wall,

outside the doorway

  where our first visitor came,

  only to be sent away quickly,

  before you were awakened.

A silken thread floating in the wind,

undulates, 

snakelike,

before my eyes

  and I realize that I can finally see

  every color that can be reflected through air,

  in prismatic waves all around me.

Perhaps I am not blind after all,

  but only suspected of being so in a dream.

Unpublished Poems

May 2012