those jams we kicked
clawed out music on dog paws
sucked us in like 1000 tentacles.
with 1000 tentacles we chased force
left like a dog licking itself in the lawn
lazy, an empty drum
we beat off in basement rooms
laze-ing slo burn of days
slow burn off haze, vibrate in all different ways.
we were insistent
scorching without purpose.
meditate on human voices in dark
changing all those forms.
plunging us plunging us.
there are some things that cannot be described by rock n roll.