I watch them all gather

to view the setting of the sun

but when the indigo spreads

poisoning the light

they will run away and hide

when the moon declares its hatred

of the cloying wistful night


Squeal And Crush

Fingers sliding up and down

Exhausting every note a vibration

Hammer of the gods

The sound of the sky being torn in strips

A husky driving bass storm

Back and forth acid bitter nickle noise

Thrusting axe against the drum

Heart and soul slink in harmony

Skank fugitive put the whammy down on that

Alley cat twelve bar attack

Digits fly past flurry on the fret

Pick it in and pick it out

Amplify ear tang tinny whine

Thunder sound a squeal and crush

Off track wild freight train rush