music I listen to distorted guitars
a spiritual need that needed to reconnect with
with electricity wired to steel strings
still do not know how they compliment the songs that move you destroy everything
around us, what we get to step
and cups of tea leaves
I do not know what the ying yang know not 
at halftime adjust my laces boots and I jumped to the floor 
pogo punk in the echoing joined the seventies-eighties hardcore interference:
if you want people to hear Work for your shit
trial lasted
plays bass until his fingers bleed
and thereafter played more
sounding distorted guitars, sound
line with teeth from the amplifier
because this wall is palpable but
and overthrow
can exhale after the violence
