A sense of sweetness in distortion
– an ignition of green crystals,
of caves in the teenage heart
in the blue eye, between the teeth
the strength to shout builds –
leaves anger in electrical distortion
still from the stalactites between the bones
an iridescent song, reminiscent of punk
of the friend I sang with –
building rhythm from the intended movement
in the air as out of nowhere shook the walls
of the room and the castle is never
still but lives and still raises
– continues in time only remembering
of affection, putting yourself inside the irises
friends in the excitement, shaking of snare drums
and very shiny brass and enamels
they cover the tools like nuggets.
The eye turns towards the cave –
inside the skull and between the ribs
and sees a bright blackblue
and very green and nocturnal –
It always remains quiet in time,
but to music on electrocuted strings
awaken, in the simplest rhythm
and free true without masks –
in singing and high vibrato
and deep of bass and kickdrum, the voice
it’s real invisible spirit, identity
more intimate, torrential truth –
still together with the word –
there is no other way than to play
beyond each volume up
to the experiment invention of the parts
construction of agreements, dominant
they rise in third from first tone
– there remains a perennial atmosphere
it enters like ice of blades that I listen to
as well as breathing them into the freezing air.
Rhythm in communion, explodes –
fizzy scald or screech
incendiary signs of peaceful waiting thunder.
