Wednesday, March 26, 2014


He's a B-flat whole tone scale kind of guy
who wouldn't know it lest he tried
Never really touched the keys with feeling
until he pressed them next to me

He picked a grand D5 out of the list
A flabby kick, a tight snare, and ride
sequenced them with clever whim
laughing at this silly song

A few suggestions here and there like
subract the sounds as they rerun
shape the length of the pattern clip
and remember to press the song button

Flew the coop, leaving the nest behind
Sped up across the twenty-four
heard the call of our stomachs growl
Seeking provisions wrapped in flour

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