Music is magical but

It is NOT okay to constantly disassociate
and listen to music all day.
    Extreme programming. I swear this
    is one of the worst habits our newer gens have

    I used to do it a lot growing up because
    I wanted badly to escape everything

As I grew up I came to appreciate the quietness
  with the background sound of the world
    because I just learned to be ok with
      being present in my body
        & not in some dreamland that's
          conjured up by a song

100 percent agree. Our ears are
one of the ways our bodies naturally absorb
the ambient energy
in the world. Constantly plugging your ears
is cutting your connection to the world

    Just slop munching the whole time lol

Music, like drugs, needs to be respected.
Overdoing it is disrespectful
to both oneself and the music

Due to a fear disorder
that I developed I have been listening to
music nonstop since 2020.

There has not been a silent moment for me ever since
but for the first time in ever it might have gotten
1% better I'm able to handle near silence
for a few seconds sometimes

        I adore music

The Last Big Night Out

Low on wardrobe I sported
running shorts and
a maroon cardigan borrowed
from Izzy the physiotherapist

Weak of belly I swerved the barbecue
but felt compelled to accept a
boogie with the
resident ladyboy(s) as the
band played international hits. Shots followed
rapido the girls became hazy jigsaws

Andy from Leeds drones on about The Beach
and wasabi peas as I observe: 
    The band are hairy hobbits
    who look like they'd rather be playing
    thrash metal
and as the club empties out
they launch into a furious medley of Sabbath riffs

Ha ha see! I exclaim to
nobody as my tempo companions
have retreated to the huts

Time passes, wardrobes malfunction
and a bottle of Mekhong is
being passed around by the pool

Izzy and Sal suggested skinny
dipping and sipping -
will the adventure never end

Lack of Traction

Six stars and stripes, two golf balls
(96 bags of human urine, feces, and vomit)
and now they put a steam train on the moon

I ask who the pilot and where the water
what coalmine and Atmosphäre even

In the past now gratefully
was tiger in my conservatory
was bee house in my speedboat

Now lean in, as I lean in
and ask about the steam
train on the moon

Can see though telescope?
Mr Johnson and his lunar deck
much still to unpack

Diamond, Sylvia and Hilary too

It looks like somebody searched for your phone number
Carlee has searched for you
The unlock key is 1494

It looks like someone has searched for your birth name
Marlene has searched for you
Your unlock code is 5289

It appears somebody searched for you by pictogram
Aisha searched for you Lee
The passcode is 6397

It appears somebody has searched for you by spectrography
Mercedes searched for you Lee yes just for you
Your personal unlock code is 1065

In a state of motivated somnambulism

Elliptical phone calls
semantic evacuation
a deviant under the bridge
radical abundance

They're coming for you
if only they could be bothered

Oops, something went wrong

Don Filey attacked me! Through
the window pincers first, bite
me it won't even leave a mark

I was listening to dungeon synth
I was so toned and harvest

Arrests #1-50
stalking therapy
the red bullied foot
lasagne push face

Oops, something went wrong

Of ticker dodge
of knee knack
of gut busted

Wear your rubber ring
down Upper Street, bounce into
the C19th vulcanized
street haunter scene

Comic routine = disloyalty
from Albania to Suburbia
rescued from dental floss
oy mister my hair plugs

Don Filey attacked me! In the bath
with my knives even, my watery
ghost couldn't save me

Oops, something went wrong

The sebaceous cyst
the blizzard of humdrum
call up the versificator
the namedropping shame

Peppermint t-movie
a pure revenge tribute
exhaustion, retribution
100 eyes for an eye

Oops, something went wrong

Why
don't
you
tell
me
any
thing

Hash cigarette + glue stick

I was collating my top 1000 towers
in a bespoke scrapbook
in preparation for the Grand Reading
when my associate alerted me to
a recently discovered and
hitherto unknown video of
a Dylan performance from 65

He sat at a piano shades on besuited
rocking back and forth hammering
the keys and singing
    "Hash cigarette
    gonna buy me a hash cigarette
    gonna find me a hash cigarette
    better belieeeve it, gonna
    smoke me a hash cigarette"

No wonder this was never released even
on one of them bootleg series, my associate sneered
as I started to hum along
and beckoned for the glue stick

Going going gone gone

In the bars and on the beaches
they don't talk about
defrocked teachers or
defragged preachers

While down in the Poconos
no one talks any more
of bimbos, himbos and hoboes
oh where did they all go go

So down in the ground
and lost to the earth
few will lament
so so little of worth