waterfront was good last night
a lot of fun... i, being tired,
limped through part of the set.
now, as we go into summer
i dream of sleep, awake by
habit, shuffled and slurred.
cold club soda sipping straws
and melting cold cubes
manage to tickle the throat.
the ring of cymbals, waves of
metal vibrations, microscopic
attenuators shake imperceptibly
faster than you can hear.
someone's finger is pushing
on my cochlea. i swear it is so.
grimm
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