I escape, but only barely, coppery
taste the pain across my tongue, cut lip
head still reeling from the stereo phase test
throbbing to and fro, stomach lurching,
I throw my head violently again towards the basin
street blues reminiscent of a bad drunk in New Orleans
only there's zero gravity here, baby,
and my brain plays the inside of my skull
like a chimpanzee with a kick drum
[Playlist: "Escape" - 30 Seconds to Mars, "Taste the Pain" - Red Hot Chili Peppers, "Stereo Phase Test" - Man or Astroman?, "Basin Street Blues" - Louis Prima, "Kick Drum" - G. Love and Special Sauce]
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