making that
synth deep drone
conch a digeridoo opens
up the buzz of the zeitgeist
and there is this part of me
that I gave up its branches
all gone and concreted
over that needs a
gardener
the bird heart
had been in my room
a living spirit burrowed into
my veins. Superego dips with
the dripping walls I fall on the
covers to soak up the hues
bursting like little tubes
of paint finding more
fault lines under
the earths
crust
not a hi hat
this too has an upbeat
that bleeps a funky segue with a
bass drum on each quarter note
pulse, a backbeat played by
snare on the second and
fourth pulses of
the bar
a husky voice saddles
up to the soul samples unhinged
on-keel left-field its very far flung
without reserve a sound collage
with pinches of dubstep from
the shell, a full-on
ambient skronk
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