Wednesday, June 30, 2010

The Valkyrie's Dischord

All hail the booming lodestone,
it's cord stowed at
a curved slope
she in a power stance
ready and jacked in,

battlemaiden blows struck
in the balmy June morning
in tune to Youtube bass blasts
gettin' her fingers stuck fast
at the vast notations

cascading past her eyes,
frantic searchlights gelled
bright as hands fly up the frets
like frenzied pliers,
clawing the strings

the Cheshire cat smile widens
digits gnarled with repetitive precision,
notes as incisions lacerating
the still basement wind,
her eyes lolling back,

rolling in time to
the pervasive lighting within.

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