There is so much sound
Floating around.
I can feel it between these apartment walls,
Yes, there certainly are
stories
Untold & unfolding.
My neighbors have their own unique sound
And its a mixture between
Elevator music
And how I imagine
A flamingo
Would
Compose
Music
For
Porn.
Needless to say...
It gets me in weird moods.
I suppose it inspires me
to go down elevators.
Other times
I want to stand in a pond
With one leg, while yelling
obscenities at people
All while wearing
Obnoxious neon pink.
(of course)
(of course)
Other days,
The secrets that are kept
In the parking lot
Fills up my Big-Gulp mind
with
Dub step and
Candy rappers.
My mind asks
if it can vomit
and regress
back to a time
when robot sex
didn't rule the radio.
Still,
I suppose it's a sound,
Still, it's not the sound for me.
No,
I like my sounds to be jazzy
horn sections
and slow dancing
you know.
No,
I like my sounds to be jazzy
horn sections
and slow dancing
you know.
I heard the sound of love
When an old man
kissed his
Old lady
On the mouth.
I found out
what soul was
what soul was
when I thought I lost
(my own).
(my own).
It's because of this sound.
That beat,
beat,
bwam!
beat,
bwam!
That thump
This heart.
It beats because of the sound.
Sure,
Sure,
Sometimes it skips
When it gets scared...
Sometimes it races
When it finds something
Worth running for....
Sometimes it sinks
Because it's turned to stone....
but
but
Sometimes it's dancing
Because I am...
All of these noises
all of this sound
bring me
bright lights
And place them in my eyes.
These sounds,
will inherit my mind when I'm gone.
And THAT
And THAT
makes me feel like a robot
Who has just discovered
My programming
Has failed
And now,
consequently
consequently
Am
For the first time
experiencing
Hunger.
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