he knew what he had to do
he turned her towards the wall
he felt her low and close
the weight in his hands, the gentle
way in which her light weight draped in his shoulders
she was going to make a sound, buzzed with a hum of feedback
feedback that like love lives only once
like a war siren it takes over the room
and i let her go, i let her howl
and the room vibrates with us
in us
"you go into a trance you know
that wasnt you"

ken is telling me what i do now
that the me standing outside the studio
listening
is not the same person against the wall
ken fucking erased that track
accidentaly
and now he wants me to recreate it

whoever that was, hes gone
"no ken
I cant do it again
not like that
its lost"

now against the wall again
back to the world
the dark brown wall inches from your face
the music kicks up
the volume is at 10
the feedback begins its building hum, shes alive
you hold the pick above the strings
this is going to hurt you, you tell her
the electric guitar is built like a pillar of smoke
of fire, it cries and weeps, but here,
these hands are gonna devour her
biting, chipped tooth and ripped clothing
the smoke fills my head and i leave
again
someone else is playing now