Read Write Poem NaPoWriMo Prompt #26 - Get Scrappy
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AN OPAQUE YET FAVORABLE REVIEW OF SPOON'S "MYSTERY ZONE" FROM THE ALBUM TRANSFERENCE MASQUERADING AS A POEM
It all begins with the same organic guitar squawk found in "Too Much to Learn" by Jesus Jones.
The rhythm is set: bass, guitar, drum, rinse, repeat, repeat, repeat.
A synthesizer line rises up like a million gathered puffs of gas emitted from yeast bacteria. It folds back in upon itself as the dough gets too light, too light!
Brett delivers his lines with fervor, so much so that his voice breaks like an adolescent boy looking through the newly discovered collection of his father's soft-porn men's magazines—naked ladies beget premature ejaculation, but you knew that already.
I also try to rush toward intriguing things. Do you try to rush toward intriguing things?
Abruptness begets abruptness.
Edges begin to fray.
A hint of Michael Jackson "Billie Jean" drum peeks out, parades about for a few solo seconds. Hello.
As melody, lines, lyrics, notes really start to unravel, some end abruptly, while others overlap, compete, and falter in tandem. It seems that the production suffers, yet this is deliberate, chosen, chosen.
These are games, this is indeed the mystery zone, this is revelation, these are heavenly heights.
Here are the resting grounds of ghosts, the resting grounds of
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This poem contains a couple of bits of detritus from aborted poems, as per the prompt. Let's just leave it at that. No identification necessary.
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