Coyote Clean-Up

Synthetic waves radiate through
My soul--I'm high on sound.
The beat kicks in, and
I've hit nirvana.
These are the dreams that
Last forever.

Electronic pulses throb
In Ecstasy; reverberating
Into my intelligence.
"Can't shake the full moon"
She says. But,
She knows I'm gonna try.

808s and <3-breaks go like Geo with Sabzi,
Rhythm's my drug of choice, and I'm a straight addict.

I was going to post a poem today, after over a week of dormacy. I really was. It was going to be really cool, with the first line a quote from "Dog Song" by Mountain Man. So I started writing. I get a few lines in, and it's starting to really kick in my emotions. In a good way. So I keep writing, and it keeps getting more intense. Then I realize what I'm writing. I'm writing from the heart, which hasn't been happening. In fact, I wrote so much from the heart that I'm not gonna post it on my blog.

Anyways...that's my excuse. Not that anyone reads this...