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MEDITATION LISTENING TO CHEAP TRICK'S "TONIGHT IT'S YOU"

All over the literature a throaty upper-range
On the verge of falsetto
Goes destroying the assembled
Hooks and eyes of the velcro
And the arpeggios clamoring for a stoplight
To make them behave like a velar h
A chorus-verse-chorus
A modulation they stole but dress up
As a new invention. That act of dressing up
Is what makes it literature
And keeps it from ever making me feel
A goddamn thing.