experience it

bring me that beat you’ve been hiding
in those turntable stacks
pound it into my skull
and pull it out my sternum

now launch that melody
let it soar up through the lights
and down into my pliable skull
watch it weave its way
around my synapses
as they fire to your will

you have control over
everything Master DJ
flip my world inside out
make it bend and burn
and end only to be brought
back with a rocket full
of searing chords until…

I am spent, gelatinous,
in danger of being trampled
or mopped up as the club
empties, eager for the end
of the next week to come
back and experience it
all again

— GB

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