We plug our strings into the wall

and let the ropes of fuzz undulate.

I strike a bass with sparks

you open up the rain

of electric fray.

The streets outside are piling up

with fragrant wrecks.

The bricks drip dust from grinding.

We tap the drums with fairy dust

and watch the winding

wheels of pounding ways

that sweep this room across the sky

landing in reactive spires.