I am the pummeled young
crushed soda cans under flashing
bloodlight spots on drummer’s arm
blue on stubble of guitarist’s jaw
as he bends in agony gut-doubling
sudden terror-blast of white spot shows
too much and quick dark mercy comes back.
Body rubs body as prom-pix beauty affixes
her mouth to a black-hooded head
she clutches with both hands at the neck.
So much fear lust fused defused
under the jackhammer pounding
of sound whamming away reflections,
consequences, daytime stuff that’s
outside the box, the writhing black-joy
misery box, bathysphere in black ocean
because protection is needed because
you have to be in it because there every,
every suffering insufferable dark body
rubbed mashed snubbed gagged
longed-for swallowed is what’s wanted,
more body, more slime, slobber,
sweat, wet, scurf, squawk to be set free
charged up to richest livingness
and for a short span music does it.
Hammers it home.