The Dive

Music

Copper wires emanate anxious tones culminating in frenzies of 

   black math and white violence. Plinks on the old grand fixate on blue innocence,

shrouded and phosphorous in foams of irregularity.

    He mounts the rounded low end, yellow with texture and foundation, and rumbles against.

Shards of monochrome voice, flare-ups in the spiky crashing rhythm of the detonating clock brings to mind red lambencies slow, calculated, punishing. 

Tempo stumbles into a heaving wildebeest of chaotic destruction. Inhale. Explode.

Author's Note

Criticism is always welcome any and all.