Feb
14
With closed eyes I feel the bass thumping weakly
The rattle of tattered speakers reminds me
They too once had better days
At times like these it doesn’t much matter what they say
Posturing machismo or affected affections
All I hear is the steady pounding
Once I lived by mixed tapes
Ordering songs for expressive effect
Organizing chaos penned by other men
Motion seized by fear and time
The beat continues without permission or consideration
Counter-fitting emotion
Once I heard this song through a prism of satisfaction
Colored rose and lavender contrasting verdant vibration
Now is the dark that comes before dawn
Though I feel it in my soul pounding and pounding and pounding
Confounding anticipation
It rattles on
