(In which I was reminded.)
***
Chilling air in a tinted box
Ninety minutes of genuine
And forced harmony.
Vibratos
Failure falsettos
Lyrics flowing through my veins
Like blood on white from ten years ago.
Numbered thresholds
Locks and keys
And water flowing to an endless abyss
Cotton and fabric
Angled reflections
Counterpointed,
syncopated respirations
and laughter.
Wind blowing
Grungy rhythm
Brand new, senseless,
funny Q&A
False wings
Illicit finger pads
on moss green-covered epidermis
Abrupt stops
And laughter.
Abrupt stops
And laughter.
Abrupt
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Mar 26: 2013
