eternal submersion in subliminal beats...
sounding off in my head from the input my ears grab
grunge groove in the pavement with tambourine overtones
she touches the ragged edges tenderly with her guitar
brings out the melancholy
a laugh of light in the semidarkness
i look into my plastic cup at the gritty melting ice
ping, ping, a growl more like a roar or gravel spinning frantically under old tires
hairs stand up on my neck for a moment, then sink back down
the dream of gasoline
metal folding chairs and black snakes of chords
they seem to writhe with the melody before blurry eyes
"a breather" she calls for, and after five flaccid minutes
the ocean waves in time with my beating heart rev up once more
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