Twentythirteen screams in electric guitar agony—
It cannot hold! it cannot hold—
whammy bar expands and contracts time's weave—
cry cry crying for more Dissonance—
more heartbreak—mein herz brennt—
brain implodes numbly forever—
black hole forming—
more and Moore and more—
please—more! more! no more! stop!
WHAM BAM back into melody
Vodka and iron on my brain palate
And I wonder what's happening to me
Sitting with head skewed
Jaw slack jack slaw
Lips dry cracked from the cold
alien landscape of
Tuning static, she said.
It felt like I was tuning static.