Mostly
black keys
I
play in the key of E
I
only just learnt recently
what
that kind of means
it
sounds sad
I'm
not sure
whether
that's a musicology rule
or
a rule in me
I
loop my forty second sad E melody
the
amplifier eases it into the floor boards
sorrowfully
doo
doo
dee
doo
doo
du,
du
I
lay on my back on the floorboards
woven
rug under me catching
it
eases into me too
I
close my eyes
satisfied
with my
depression
creation
doo
doo
dee
doo
doo
du,
du
I
am my own god, though not in my words
I
am my own devil, though not in my words
for
now
those
I know, things i've seen
exist
only in my melody
doo
doo
dee
doo
doo
du,
du
the
colour of triangle
that
wouldn't be possible physically
makes
perfect sense within my melody
my
infected finger
my
pulsing headache
I
did them to myself
accidentally
on purpose
doo
doo
dee
doo
doo
du,
du
I
re-watch my fleshy film strip
falls,
fights, robberies,
hyper-super-extra-terrestrials
tactile-bulky-grey-date-in-time
blank-by-gin-car
fluorescent-by-mushroom-on-foot
fluff
and dust, colourless not grey
not
blank, just lots of it
doo
doo
dee
doo
doo
du,
du
her
eyes, his eyes
her
briefs, his undies
within
pop teenage shame
to
adult hooded mess
shanking
with pens
wanking
with words
images
mere porn
free
range eggs
within
range guilt felt
spotlight
felt just isn't felt
essential
oils
I
don't remember how they smelt
is
memory essential
lavender
for sleep
I
don't remember what I dreamt on the third
thyme
for concentration
I
can't remember that epiphany at three
doo
doo
dee
doo
doo
du,
du
purple
fucking bindii weed in my purple fucking toe
awkward
eye contact / pass me off as rude
wishes
it to not be such a statement to be nude
lovely
fucking hippie please remember the fifties too
t-shirts
stink
with me
so
I can stink alone too
doo
doo
dee
doo
doo
du,
du
berroca
in the sign of cancer
i'll
chew the whole tube
harmonica
in the key of D
you
don't make sense to E
kid
on trumpet downstairs
you
doo, doo, dee, doo, doo, du, du
loop
pedal battery death
and
E fades
and
kid on trumpet stays
blerp
be
derp
rode
on through
my
depression creation
