TAMBOURINE OF DEATH

i am hollow cold blue and dead dead black

then

i am

cracked

by

a

bassline

and

i am

blown

by a chord change

and

i am

lit up a starters low wattage.

i am happy full of bliss thanks enthusiasm.

i am

hearing

the

simple ringing rattle of the tambourine of death

on the iron island bridge

and

that’s

when

i

know

phantom luck/missed opportunity

will coast dry and dig in barbed and i will fade alone and wondering

on

the

close horizon.